Month: September 2019

by Thomas Sheen As a teenager I was a lonely, angry person. I was mad at my parents, my siblings, my teachers, my peers, and the world. I believed then that they didn’t care about me, therefore I wasn’t going to care for them. Although, deep down inside I wanted and needed their love and attention. To fill this void in my life and to escape the hurt I was constantly feeling, I began to use drugs and alcohol and to hang out with my “friends” that were older than me. This combination gave me the sense of love and

by Harry C. Goodall Jr. When I think about healing, I ponder those I feel harmed me, and those I harmed. Is prison the end result for most who have never healed?  Sometimes I think the two overlap. I am learning over time you can’t dwell on those you have harmed, whether physically or emotionally. I can only figure out what my triggers were to avoid doing it again. You have to learn how to place value on yourself as being a man, yet not feel your only role is to be a provider and protector. Reasoning, while in prison,