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2025 became a year that broke me into a million different pieces. Pieces that are roughly glued back together. Pieces that, if any disruption occurs, may fall back out of place. In 2025, I had more days that broke me than any other year.

Every once in a while, a story comes along that doesn’t just entertain. It lingers, it questions, and it dares you to look at your own heart differently. That’s what Somewhere Between Us aims to do.

Poetry gives you a voice when words feel heavy, offering a place to pour your thoughts, emotions, and dreams onto the page. It doesn’t require fancy language, only honesty. For many women, poetry becomes a lifeline during heartbreak, loss, or life’s turning points, a safe container where unspoken emotions can finally rest.

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.

Here’s the thing: when you journal consistently, you begin to learn more about yourself than you ever expected. Patterns surface. Habits become clearer. Your journal acts like a mirror, reflecting your inner world to you and helping you see who you really are beneath all the noise of daily life.

Poetry is raw and real. Within it, you can feel the pain, the joy, the hatred, the power in the words. It puts you in certain places and times. It gives you a glimpse into someone’s moment. A moment when time stood still enough to evoke emotions that needed to be released.

When life hurts, many of us instinctively reach for words. We scribble in journals, underline lines in a book, or whisper verses from songs that seem to hold our pain. Poetry has long been a companion to suffering, giving shape to emotions too heavy to carry in silence. But why do we turn to poetry in times of pain?

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.