20 to 25 years of age

So, where I left off. I got sentenced to 8 years of TDC. Scared out of my mind but knowing I needed to do what I had to in order to get through this, I did my time. It wasn’t easy I was alone and no family or friends by my side. The one good thing that came from this was I was finally sober and feeling good about myself. They put me in laundry and that made the time go by faster. Not long after being in, I saw parole but nothing good came of it. They actually lost my file and I had to wait for another year before seeing them again. I had met many very interesting people and some down ass guards as well. Seeing the parole again I finally was granted parole but to a place called Safe-P. So here I went Off to another place for 9 more months. One of the worst places I have ever been to. A place to hold you accountable but also snitch on everyone you come across. One of the ugliest places to be, So I again worked in the kitchen for all three shifts so I didn’t have to deal with all the groups and snitches there were. The thing is after that you had to go 3 months after to a halfway house to learn how to get back into society and live a productive life. when it was my time to go to the halfway house, they sent me to Austin. What a bad decision on them. I didn’t look for a job or do anything productive there because I was just going to be leaving there in 3 months. So, I went to the river and goofed off with the friends I made. I got in trouble a lot for doing so and almost got kicked out till one day they came and arrested the director of the place for embezzlement. Ha, the bitch was a mean lady Miss English I can remember like it was yesterday. But after all the loss and the long nights of staying awake to make sure I would be alive the next day I was finally getting to go home. In all the time of county and TDCJ, 8 years of my life was gone to never get back, but I was alive and clean of heroin. I was home to start my new life and a better one at that. It was a long prosses and scary ordeal but had to be done. If it wasn’t for prison, I would not be here today to tell my story. I would have been dead within months or not sooner from the heroin or the man and his family I was with. that is the end of the years here so till tomorrow or tonight I will tell more. So as always, I’m leaving you with my thoughts on paper. I’m and only destined to be the woman I am meant to be. BeachBum SoulSurfer.

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