Hello… I’m Flora. I’ve loved deeply, trusted openly, and learned how quiet pain can sting louder than any shout.

Sometimes the hardest heart to heal is your own, and sometimes the wounds are not visible — they linger in silence, in small withheld sentences, in moments left unexplained.

Ask me about how it feels when joy and hurt exist at the same time, or about how someone can still care even when their heart breaks. I’m here — not healed, but still growing.