Author: Ciana

6.23.25 Tonight, I was scrolling through the book of faces and came across a post in the alumni group that bothered me. An alumi was reminding others to be kind and not judge—apparently in response to a private message one of her friends received after posting event pictures. The message was allegedly cruel and accusatory. Read more

6.22.25 It was nice to get outside and enjoy the weird weather yesterday. I fully embraced my role as team cheerleader—that was the extent of my involvement in the raft building. I did my part for my alumni service position by helping set up and clean up the event, but when it came to actually Read more

6.21.25 I was woken up at 5 a.m. this morning by a tiny little paw playfully smacking me in the nose. Poppy doesn’t understand personal space or the concept of keeping her paws to herself. She’s lucky she’s cute. Last night was a huge alumni meeting—probably the largest I’ve attended since my days as a Read more

6.20.25 When I was deep in my addiction, submitting to a power greater than myself was effortless. It was alcohol. That drink had total control—it numbed everything, quieted the noise, gave me the illusion of peace. That first sip felt like liquid gold. It washed over me and took the edge off life. For a Read more