There was a time when I didn’t believe freedom was possible — not just the physical kind, but freedom from addiction, regret, and shame. Prison didn’t save me. But it gave me the stillness to finally face myself.
I came into jail broken — addicted to heroin, cocaine, pills. Every day was survival. Every choice came from pain. I remember the first week I was there, still withdrawing, still angry, still numb. But something hit me different when I realized I had no more excuses. No more distractions. Just me, my thoughts, and a cell.
I got clean not because it was easy, but because staying the same was killing me. I started writing again. I started praying. I stopped running. And I began remembering who I used to be — before the drugs, before the chaos, before the pain took over everything.
Lessons I’ll Never Forget
Prison taught me how to sit with myself. How to hear my own thoughts without judgment. I saw my childhood wounds, my trauma, the false pride I clung to — and I started healing from the inside out.
People think getting clean is just about quitting drugs. It’s not. It’s about changing the story you believe about yourself. It’s about learning how to feel again — and deciding to live with purpose.
I’m not perfect. But I’m proof that change is possible. That recovery is real. That the same person who once felt hopeless can become someone others look to for hope.
We rebuild together.