Over these fifteen years in prison, I’ve witnessed things that many could only imagine. I sit and write this & congratulate myself on not becoming a lost soul. When I say lost, I mean someone who has let the time take over them to the point that they become mentally and sometimes physically unrecognizable as the person that they once were prior to incarceration. I came into prison at the young age of seventeen and I remember thinking, how am I going to manage to do this sentence that I was given? Now I look back and smile because now I’m preparing for my return.
I strengthened my mind & body and consistently reminded myself that it could be worse. I used my time wisely and educated myself and took advantage of every opportunity provided me by the Virginia Department of Corrections. Was it hard? I wouldn’t say that, but it wasn’t easy. I went through trials and tribulations that enabled me to overstand and look at things in various different lights. Did I want to do prison time? No, but I feel as I needed to do prison time. It may sound crazy, but it’s true. You are never put through anythin