This isn’t just a blog archive, it’s a room I’ve built for us. A place where the noise quiets down, where honesty is allowed to breathe, and where the weight you carry doesn’t have to be hidden.

I grew up hearing a lot of words that hurt, and I’ve spent years learning how to rewrite them. Held Between is my way of turning those echoes into something softer: solidarity, humor, and truth-telling. This sanctuary is for anyone tired of pretending words don’t bruise, parents who are breaking cycles, families learning to heal, and anyone who just needs a place to sit with their story.

So take off your shoes. Set down the invisible lists you’ve been carrying all day. Here, you don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to have it all figured out. You just have to be human.

Inside this sanctuary, you’ll find:

• Stories of cycle-breaking — the messy, exhausting, beautiful work of parenting differently.

• Reflections on mental health — the noise in our heads, the humor that saves us, the apologies that repair.

• Family truths — silence, boundaries, and the ways we keep loving even when it’s complicated.

This is not a place of quick fixes or polished answers. It’s a place of solidarity. A place where we laugh at the absurdity of healing, cry at the weight of it, and keep showing up anyway.

So, welcome. Enter the sanctuary. Stay as long as you need.