girls felt the way i did. we knew we had to come up with a plan for when we left. my plan was simple. go into hiding and never talk to anyone. sure, it was a little unrealistic, but i felt that was my only hope.
i will never forget the day i left prison, it was the fourth time i felt relief. i entered prison a year earlier a scared, strung out hot mess. i had no goals, no dreams, and no desire to change my life. the day i left i was nothing close to that. i was strong, brave, and determined to change.
my mother picked me up that 