ANeshiaS

Dear Reader,
          	
          	So boom…
          	If you’re reading this, welcome. Not just to my stories, but to my mind. For years I’ve carried characters, conversations, plot twists, heartbreak, healing, and entire worlds around in my head. Some of these stories have been sitting with me since I was a teenager. Some were inspired by things I’ve lived through. Some were inspired by people I’ve met. And some came from those random “what if…” thoughts that wouldn’t leave me alone.
          	
          	One thing you’ll learn about me quickly is I don’t write perfect people. I write people who make mistakes. People who love too hard. People who trust the wrong people. People who carry childhood wounds into adulthood.
          	People who are trying to heal while still hurting.
          	
          	Some of these stories will make you laugh. Some will make you angry. Some will have you sitting in the comments arguing with strangers because you’re too investedAnd some might hit so close to home that you’ll need to put your phone down for a minute. Either way, I appreciate you being here. Every read, comment, vote, and share means more than you know. So grab your snacks, your wine, your coffee, your tissue box, or whatever you need because babyyyyy… We got a long ride ahead of us ‍
          	
          	Love,
          	
          	NeshiaRaye

ANeshiaS

Dear Reader,
          
          So boom…
          If you’re reading this, welcome. Not just to my stories, but to my mind. For years I’ve carried characters, conversations, plot twists, heartbreak, healing, and entire worlds around in my head. Some of these stories have been sitting with me since I was a teenager. Some were inspired by things I’ve lived through. Some were inspired by people I’ve met. And some came from those random “what if…” thoughts that wouldn’t leave me alone.
          
          One thing you’ll learn about me quickly is I don’t write perfect people. I write people who make mistakes. People who love too hard. People who trust the wrong people. People who carry childhood wounds into adulthood.
          People who are trying to heal while still hurting.
          
          Some of these stories will make you laugh. Some will make you angry. Some will have you sitting in the comments arguing with strangers because you’re too investedAnd some might hit so close to home that you’ll need to put your phone down for a minute. Either way, I appreciate you being here. Every read, comment, vote, and share means more than you know. So grab your snacks, your wine, your coffee, your tissue box, or whatever you need because babyyyyy… We got a long ride ahead of us ‍
          
          Love,
          
          NeshiaRaye