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Shea, 36
“I don’t know if there is any direction or positive behaviour going forward that could help to atone for my actions that day, but I think it would be foolish to not explore anything that might rebalance the scales towards righteousness.”
Heather, 29
People ask me why I’m doing life in prison. It was Mother’s day, I beat Alexa down with my fists I had never before fought. The day I screamed her secrets, mourned mine, while I clawed and clutched her into admitting there had been no prenatal pills.
Raymond, 48
I never want to see a child grow up lost like me. I express remorse to help others. If I believe, I can achieve.
Kathy, 60
Telling my story sets me free from these walls. I hope to carry on my mission and help women with trauma. What was meant for bad can be turned to good.
Keshia, 42
If I only get the chance to be outside again, to get my freedom back, to be able to hug my kids, I would never lose that part of my life again. I promise.
Jeffrey, 65
My desire for more of a life, for direction and meaning is undiminished. I’m living in the nest of the enemy and my fear is great, yet it only feeds my rage.
Charles “Chuck”, 52
My department of corrections number doesn’t define me as a human being. My body is confined yet my mind is free. Unburdened by life’s chains.
Montreal, 52
I got myself right with God, I help to steer the youth and everyone in the right direction. I tell them, no matter their past, they can change their futures.
Michael, 55
My journey to true self acceptance has indeed been crazy, humbling, and not by any means easy.
Osbun “OG Walt”, 78
This is not my first time in prison. In 2006 I was sentenced to four years. I told myself I would never step foot in this prison again. But once again here I am.
Julissa, 49
This is not my first time in prison. In 2006 I was sentenced to four years. I told myself I would never step foot in this prison again. But once again here I am.