Life hasn’t always been kind to me. I was married to a man who didn’t know how to love — he only knew how to cause pain. My ex-husband was an alcoholic. His anger often turned into violence, and to this day, I still have scars on my arms. At first, I tried to hide them… but then I made a decision. Instead of feeling ashamed, I chose beauty and covered my scars with tattoos, turning pain into art. 🌿🎨

I am also a mother to a wonderful 9-year-old boy — my greatest joy and main reason to keep going. 👩‍👦 His smile reminds me every day that even after the darkest night, there is light.

After the divorce, I made a promise to myself: I will not let pain define my future. I know what it’s like to feel broken… but I also know how important it is to rise up.💪 I never lost faith in love, even when it seemed like it was nowhere near me.

This blog isn’t about sadness. It’s about hope.
About believing that there are still good men in the world — men who don’t raise a hand, but reach it out to help. Men who hold you, not hurt you.🤝

I’m here not only for myself but to find a partner who believes in second chances. I want true love — warm, respectful, and honest. Someone to laugh with over a cup of coffee, to share hard days with, and to dream of a bright future together. ☕️🌅❤️

It’s possible to start over despite the past. Healing takes time, but I believe love is worth it.

Thank you for reading my story. Maybe this is how new chapters begin… ✨