Dear Zachia,

I never intended on sharing these letters. I wrote them to me. On the days I was falling apart and the days I was pretending I wasn’t. When I was still hopeful. When I needed somebody to tell me the truth, and that somebody had to be me. These are my reality checks. My “Girl, get yo’ shit together” letters. These pages hold my doubts, my fears, my celebrations, my silent ugly cries, and my “you deserve better” reminders.

These thoughts were not written with an audience in mind. They were conversations I had with myself when I didn’t know who else to talk to. So, if you’re here, know this: you’re reading the most honest version of me. Straight… No Chaser! These are the thoughts of a woman learning, unlearning, healing, grieving, growing, and choosing herself, one letter at a time. Welcome to Dear Zachia.