Hope has been such a powerful thing for me, and I believe one of the most underestimated ingredients in the post-release prison space.
It has taken my 20 years to build my confidence and become comfortable to speak about the reality of my situation and journey openly.
What I have learnt is if I don’t want to be who I was, I need to become who I am.
This process isn’t easy, but it is possible.
When I speak about my time in prison, I try not to glorify it; when I tell my story of how I ended up in jail, it is as simple as this.
I made some terrible choices, as a result of becoming so desperate and done some fucked up things to myself and others.
However, today I no longer want to be that person.
Can you help me not be that person? Because I need help not to be that person.
Have you ever made a mistake? Please don’t judge me at my worst support me to become my best.
Don’t get stuck in your fucking story. Telling it to random strangers who are ill-equipped to respond appropriately.
THIS WILL KEEP YOU STUCK.
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I HAD TOO
If you’re out there thinking you need to be all hard and shit.
The hardest fuckers I know are the guys who can share their emotions and feelings with each other. This can still scare me today.