Hello World!
Tough times don’t last, tough people do. – Robert Schuller
My name is Ciana ‘Ci’, and I am an alcoholic. I’ve struggled with addiction for most of my life. As a teenager I experimented with drugs and alcohol but was always able to stop using drugs without any significant withdrawals or impact. Alcohol on the other hand, was not so easy.
I’ve maintained sobriety in the past for long periods of time but always given in to ‘one drink’. For those of us suffering from addiction you know that one drink is too many, and one more is never enough. I wanted this time to be different, I needed this time to be different, because no matter how much I lied to myself and tried to lie to everyone else, I could see the effects in every aspect of my life.
So, I went to rehab! I started journaling as part of my daily routine in rehab. I kept thinking about something I heard there that really resonated with me. I watched a recording of Brene Brown who said, “One day you will tell your story of how you overcame what you went through, and it will be someone else’s survival guide.” I don’t know if this blog will become someone else’s survival guide or just my journal to reflect back on later, I will be stronger for it either way.
May you be sober and happy always! Ci
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Easy Does It
5.4.25 For what’s left of my life, is my motto going to be “Easy Does It”? I certainly fucking hope so because I’m tired. I spent the first 43 years of my life doing exactly the opposite. Swimming upstream, determined to control everything outside of my control, instead of flowing freely with the water, trusting
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Goodbye’s Are Hard
4.30.25 I’m struggling to find the words to describe my feelings this morning. My daughter lost one of her best friends yesterday, and my heart is breaking. I know that I can’t shield her from the grief and pain she is suffering, but there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do if it were possible. When Kendall
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Step Three
4.29.25 I finished Step Three of my first go around with my sponsor Saturday morning. It was perfect that there happened to be a small cluster of tall, beautiful, deep, dark purple tulips in the library courtyard. We had a view of them from our table where we watched the squirrels run up and down
