Many of us speculated what New Freedom actually was from behind the walls.
The details weren’t clear when they first opened. For me, whatever they were doing, I began to feel like there was light at the end of the tunnel. When I got my first letter in five years while in prison, it was from my mentor. None the less, I was still undecided on what to do when I got out. I had a huge burden looming over me after my sentence. It wasn’t just catching up with the speed of the real world and reuniting with family. The weight I carried was a three-letter abbreviation, I.P.S., or as some of us half-jokingly refer to as, IN PRISON SOON…