Today tested me in every possible way. It was one of those days where the weight of this journey felt like too much to bear. A day full of doubt, frustration, and exhaustion. A day that made me question, am I really built for this life?Navigating the prison system feels like walking through a maze blindfolded—filled with lies, contradictions, and an endless battle over what’s “allowed” and what’s not. I watched someone I love, someone innocent, be handed a disciplinary ticket for something he did not do. And when I tried to fight it—when I tried to speak up—I was met with the same cold response from five different people: “There is nothing you can do.”Those words cut deep. Not just because they were dismissive, but because they echoed a reality that so many families like mine live in every day. A reality where truth is often ignored, justice is rarely served, and we’re told to sit down and be quiet.Some days, I wish I could just turn the phone off. Disappear for a moment. Step away from the chaos and spend one single day living the life I had before this became my normal. A life where I wasn’t constantly waiting on a call, fighting the system, or carrying the weight of someone else’s punishment on my shoulders. I miss the version of life that didn’t revolve around policies, procedures, and pain. But that life feels like a distant memory now.
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And on days like today, when everything feels too heavy, I start to wonder if I’m even enough. If my voice is strong enough, loud enough, or effective enough. I think about my husband—how much he endures—and I feel like he deserves better. A better advocate. A louder voice. More than what I feel I’m giving. It’s a painful thought, and it lingers.Still, I’m not quiet. I’m angry. I’m overwhelmed. And right now, I feel helpless.There are moments, like today, where it feels like the system is designed to break us. To make us give up. To wear us down until we stop fighting. But I know I’m not alone in this. I know there are others out there walking the same path—hurting, doubting, surviving.So maybe today I let myself cry. Maybe I allow myself to feel the weight of it all. But tomorrow, I’ll pick up the pieces. Because even if the system says there’s nothing I can do—I’ll keep trying. I’ll keep speaking. I’ll keep showing up. For him. For us. For every family trapped in this fight.
To anyone else out there feeling defeated by this system—please know you’re not alone. Your voice matters, even when it feels like no one is listening. Together, we can be heard. We can push back. And little by little, change can come.
pires readers to We may not have all the answers, and we may not win every battle, but we are stronger together. Keep going. I’m right here with you further.