While sentenced to life after being wrongfully convicted, all I can think of is getting out of prison. This thought consumes me. I have spent 10 years writing letters, asking for legal help with my case, to no avail. It’s hard to prove your innocence!
I cried for the first three years. I am currently on community mental health medications that will not allow me to cry. They do help me with my bipolar, ADHD and depression. Most mornings I wake up angry that I am still here, yet I have not committed any crimes. I then take my medication with a cup of coffee, if I am lucky enough to have one. I begin to fight for justice. If I don’t, I will commit suicide. Also, my belief in God and my faith gives me hope.
Moving forward, I have met a lot of women over the years. Friendship is very rare, though. I have not made a friend in 10 years.
Life is very hard here. This is not living. I would have taken a plea-deal if I knew then what I know now. I thought I was not going to have to go to jail because I was innocent. I did not murder or rob anyone. I’m simply trying to survive one day at a time until I can breathe again!