After a terrible childhood, fighting against bullies, always proving to people how I am good enough I was tired of living. When I lost my beloved dog and my grandmother in 2020, I was done. Done with people, done with eating, done with living. Only one was standing by my side, my husband. After 10 horrible years, he still loves me, tells me I am beautiful, and I can do anything I want. I am starting my own dog coaching. Why? Because my story isn't finished.