Erika Lorenna
Joined July 2025
2 stories
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Woman in her 40s navigating healing, self-respect, and midlife awakenings. Trauma survivor, recovering people pleaser, and truth junkie. I write from the Portuguese mountains—with integrity, humour, and no performance.
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The Window
She was the single window in the old blue-almost-green house, already a little washed out by time in that monotonous village, where everything seemed to be slowly losing its colour. So she was surprised that her windowsill didn’t get a bit more attention from the people inside the house.
By Erika Lorenna6 months ago in Fiction
