Going to prison was kind of a shock for me.
I had a whole bunch of fear and things in my head that led me to the dramatic conclusion that I would somehow die alone in prison. Isn’t it ironic that prison is where I began to live because I had already been dead in spirit. Day two in prison, I was approached by an old friend I used to get high with. Besides the stale orange clothing I could tell right away there was something different about her.
She had a new attitude, a new energy about her that was attractive to me. She invited me to a meeting and at San Carlos there was practically a meeting every night. At that meeting, I was embraced and shown warmth from people I didn’t even know. Women talked about real things that were happening in their lives. Most of all, they talked about how a Higher Power was giving them strength and direction. I, too, related to them because I had not been the mom my son deserved.