Being away from my 16 year old son, my family, and losing my daughter at four years old due to domestic violence, in the hands of a man I thought I could trust, is still a hard pill to swallow. It feels like I’m living in a nightmare, where I just cannot wake up. There are times when I feel like I can’t make it.
Every day on my way to school I’d pass by one particular homeless man who always greeted me with a smile and a kind word.
Prison is not designed to change a person, only you have the power to change yourself.
She said, “Write, write everyday.” I took her advice and it’s taken me on quite a journey. A year’s worth of my daily journal writing was posted by Cornell University on their website, I have a stack of poetry I’ve written and a couple have even been published.
I prove to people left and right, that I am not a “danger to society” they have labeled me with. Going back to school, training dogs and by holding a job, I am proving I am a member of society.
Through art I found a connection to my son. And through drawing I guided him to express his feelings in a positive way.
Family is everything and time is precious with them.
My daughter is my role model, woman, sister, adult, even though she has no kids, she’s my parent at times.
We were called to love one another to value others more than ourselves.
Social condemned people are humans too, who made some very poor decisions. Maybe befriend one of us. You may never meet a more loyal friend.
If a loved one is not in a good space, I give them positive reinforcement and make them laugh. Then, tell them all the reasons I appreciate them and why they are a rockstar!