Author: Ciana

11.13.25 I know we’re “not supposed to judge others,” and I’ve gotten a lot less judgmental since getting humbled by admitting I’m an alcoholic and walking into AA. The rooms are full of people I never would’ve had compassion for before, yet somehow, through this fucked up mutual disease we share, I’ve formed a bond Read more

11.12.25 Did anyone get the license plate number of the semi that ran me over? Wow. I could feel the sickness creeping up for about a week, coming and going in waves, but by Sunday after the meeting, I got completely steamrolled. It’s been strange working from home all week, not going to meetings, not Read more

11.11.25 One of my readings this morning resonated deep in my soul. It compared surrender and acceptance to infatuation and love. That metaphor made perfect sense to me. Maybe it’s because I’m a girl, or maybe because I’m a romantic at heart, even though I like to pretend like that part of me doesn’t exist Read more

11.10.25 Today was one of those neutral days. Nothing bad happened, but nothing exactly lit me up either. I love my sober Mondays, usually. They feel clean and fresh, like a weekly reset button. But this morning? I wanted absolutely no part of it. Getting out of bed felt like negotiating with a toddler, and Read more