Corrielle, 33

Mindfulness, gratitude, and forgiveness have become my tools to break free from the destructive patterns that once defined me.

Behind these prison walls, my heart aches, longing to heal the broken pieces of my life and be with my family—especially my son and partner. The weight of past mistakes hangs heavy on my soul, a constant reminder of choices made before I truly understood the value of life. I once sought quick fixes, but it was my unexpected journey into motherhood that changed everything. Before I even realized I could carry a child, I found myself facing life’s complexities that shaped the person I am today.

For over three years, I kept my struggles hidden from my partner, a detective, fearing that my past would catch up with me. I prayed that the consequences of my actions wouldn’t rob me of the chance at happiness. When I was caught, it felt like an avalanche, crushing all hope beneath its weight. I almost lost everything when I attempted to end my life, left in a hospital bed, unable to walk or talk, grappling with my fragility. But in that desolation, I found grace—a desire to live, to rise, and to be a mother worthy of my son’s love.

Incarceration strips away privacy and peace, leaving me with only my thoughts, often too loud to hear. Yet, amidst this chaos, I’ve found an unexpected sanctuary—an opportunity for introspection and growth. Despite limited resources, I’ve poured my energy into learning, reading books and articles that have guided me toward understanding my past and illuminated paths to redemption.

I even took the brave step of designing a website for a business I dream of launching after my release. Every detail reflects my resolve—not letting this time be wasted, but focusing on becoming a better version of myself, regardless of the support offered by the prison system.

Beyond practical plans for my future, I’ve embarked on a deep journey of self-discovery. I’ve connected with who I am at my core, facing the roots of my past mistakes. Mindfulness, gratitude, and forgiveness have become my tools to break free from the destructive patterns that once defined me. Each day, I shed the impatient young woman who sought instant gratification, willing to compromise her integrity for it.

My thoughts often turn to my son, my beacon of hope. I envision our reunion, when I can finally wrap my arms around him and show him the love and strength I’ve built in this time apart. I want to be a role model for him, a living testament to resilience and the possibility of growth, no matter the circumstances.

I face the future with hope, counting the months until I can present myself to the parole board. With 18 months ahead, I am determined to emerge as a stronger, wiser, and more compassionate person. I want my partner and son to look up to me—not only as a mother but as a successful, capable woman who will use her knowledge and skills to create a brighter future for us all.

In this crucible of confinement, I find renewal. I will rise from this experience ready to embrace life, armed with lessons learned and the unwavering love I hold for my family as my guiding light.