It’s been a long fought 2 years…

I’m home, alive, recharged, and ready to take on the world.  I have so much to say, so much to share I have no idea where to even start. I could start at what happened but that’s really bad and I have grown from that incident and my husband and I are so much better off that I prefer not to dwell on once isolate psychiatric moment I had lol.

There are people I need to thank for getting me through this rough time, like my husband Jason especially.  Without him omg, I would have died.  I have been to suicide and back these last 2 years, to the point of actually getting close to carrying it out, but I grew from those moments and learned how to best cope with where I was at.  Jason always helped talk me through those moments.  I have my best friend for eternity Julie who kept in contact with me as best she could and knowing she was there in spirit anyway was huge.  Then there are the people I shared my time with, Alicia (Jersey), Julia, LB, Melissa, Joclyn, Uncle Bernie and all the other freaks and weirdos that made the days go by smoothly for me.  I wish the best to all of them, some keep in contact others don’t or I can’t find them and hope they are still alive and haven’t succumbed to their heroin addictions.  I have befriended people who suffer from addiction and the sad truth is some will die, and there is nothing I can do about it.  People I have made friends with in the last 2 years are already dead before I got a chance to see them like Victoria Henriques.

I still don’t understand how I ended up where I ended up or why.  Why me is and was still a valid question when the justice system is a rotating door for so many others. I’d never done anything wrong in my life and here I am sitting in jail, then prison, now home a free person with nobody looking over my shoulders.  I couldn’t ever relate to anybody in prison… if you weren’t there for trafficking drugs, you attempted to kill or murdered someone.  Florida is a place you never want to live because it’s like it wants people in the system and the more you try and stay out of the system the more you end up in it.  Not me though, hello no, uh uh, no way, I promise I will end my life before this system has me again.  Nothing good comes from being in the system despite it promoting “rehabilitation”.

More soon…