Thanks for reading my blog. I’m so excited to finally be getting some very special traffic. All of you guys!! Woot whoo thanks for joining me.

I have important information and I am trying to change the narrative for how formerly incarcerated people are perceived.

I want everyone to see we are redeemable and our lives do matter- all of us.

No carve outs- people who have been arrested and even those who haven’t – no one is innocent of mistakes – it’s the way we come through that matters.

We can either perpetuate the stereotypes and live out other people’s negative predictions for our lives-

or we can change stand up- take charge of our lives and become Fucken Amazing.

I choose the later- I will not be limited by my mistakes- I will only let them inspire me to do Better.

I will tell the whole world what prison is like and I will call on my brothers and sisters – who been there/done that! And understand- email me your stories. I would love To share Your stories as well.

Let’s make this site popular guys, not me, but in honor of changing the narrative.

Let’s not be what people expect- let’s be who God made us to be.

Look back at all your individual lives, each of us – each of you readers has a different epistemology and yes yaw it’s a word.

And it’s our experience , what shaped you, formed you? Things that made you happy and sad, things that made you feel loved or unnecessary. Those things that brought out fire and anger, and melted, broke and scarred you- things that may have led you to be you.

For some it’s-abandonment, moms running from abusive dads, or moms not running from abusive dads – which ever the case there was no right answer. Even dads running from financial responsibilities when quitting high school was cool because let’s face it yaw- supporting a single person in society is hell, getting hired and maintaining a job is hell when you aren’t protected under the umbrella of anti-discrimination.

But yes that stuff the stuff you try to to UnKnow or you want to treasure it forever that stuff- it’s your

It’s how you know what you know. What shaped your thinking.

So those things that shaped us and developed us into who we are and who we are becoming…

We can’t not become great by letting the the echos in our heads telling us we can’t hinder us any further. Can we ? I mean it’s up to each of us individually-our own personal yes or no. Whether we lie stagnant in defeat or rise in readying to become our best.

That’s the lens through which we see life. When you see life so if unwillingness to forgive and refusal to give second chances, it’s like they say when you get slapped turn and give them your other cheek. You may get hurt or you may give someone a second chance, but if you get smacked and you respond with violence- you lose out too.

Even harboring anger and working yourself up decreases your life expectancy.

So perhaps if we were to turn after being slapped the person would realize the error of his ways and want to be better. It would teach that all humans are redeemable. But support is crucial.

Wisdom is Trying to save our lives and spare us-

but those things that were impressed upon us by the adults in our lives- and I don’t just mean us.

I mean our parents when they were little kids and their parents and their parents.

It’s been going on for generations- mental health was shameful, people were not encouraged to talk about their feelings until teenage girls started coming up pregnant, there are so many stories etched in my head like girls with razor blades smearing their pain on their sleeve- for all to see. I white flag if you- I can’t do it I give up. Hold your fire. Begging someone to intervene.

It’s for attention they’d chuckle. Or how bout that girl that had many boyfriends and was called a slut,

Didn’t anyone see she would have accepted anyone of them as steady, were they able to love her.

But these traumas these events they are what shaped us – makes us afraid. I say it’s high time (pun intended) we release them.

These old lies the people that shaped us, chewed at our self-esteem. I have 23 years of stories, hers, yours, His, and mine.

People say why don’t we know cuz prison too is His-story, not hers. But it’s high time you heard our stories- I’m starting with mine.

This is not an essay but rather a long thought-expressing my gratitude to you my readers.

In closing I’d like to say if we are always becoming -it means we are still being shaped – so closed minds and hearts can be Enlightened.

We can create awareness and force a culture change-

Let’s promote chances. Lots of them. Cats are certainly not the only one who needs 9 lives. And if you wouldn’t leave your dog in a cage why would you leave your neighbor.

Let’s put the dignity back in CT prisons- when people are treated as human beings and offered opportunities over punishment- they flourish.

When they are preyed upon or exploited. Or harassed or tormented or just plain out of there minds and who would not be? And for those wondering no not all of the stories of she that I sprinkled through belong to me. Remember not only did I live through 23 years of prison- it’s was the stuff I witnessed others endure that left the most lasting scars.

Anyway guys please know

I understand if don’t want to share your story’s-

But at the very least share mine- because I guarantee if you look long enough through my eyes you will see a reflection of your own.

We are all divinely connected. Let me know if you find any typos- I refuse to reread this.

Best wishes and much appreciation!