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This is where writing, and particularly erotica, becomes a powerful tool for healing. On the page, I get to reclaim narrative control. When I write erotica, I decide what happens. No one takes that choice away from me. Consent becomes something I can explore safely in my imagination, practicing what it feels like to give, withhold, or change my mind without fear.

The moments I was brave enough to step into who and what I wanted to be don’t really matter anymore. BECAUSE they haven’t gotten me anywhere. Those steps, the ones that propelled me forward, are now thousands of steps in front of me.

This year isn't about setting resolutions I'll forget by February. It's about planting seeds of intention that reflect the woman I’ve become and the one I’m still growing into. These intentions aren't about perfection. They're about presence. They are a commitment to living with more clarity, compassion, courage, and curiosity.

That wasthehardest part. Pretending that something didn't happen while also believing that EVERYONE could see it written all over me.

You ever look at your life and think that you need to be further along than you are? 

Writing can be a powerful tool in the journey of healing from trauma. It provides a safe space to explore difficult emotions.

You are already using affirmations in your life. You just aren’t being intentional with them. You are repeating the negative thoughts.

I am sitting here trying to catch my breath from 2024.  A year of so many downs that I forgot who I was for a moment or two. 

When you are stuck in the moments of darkness, you can’t see all of the work that you are doing. You are in survival mode...