A Year of Resilience: Finding Strength Amidst Challenges

We want to start by apologizing for the temporary break in posting. It’s been a whirlwind of a year, filled with challenges and changes that have kept us incredibly busy. A lot has been going on, and it’s time to share some updates and reflections.

My husband’s journey through the prison system has been anything but stable. Since his transfer from county jail, he has been in three different prisons. Two of them, privately owned by CoreCivic, have been plagued by drug issues beyond anything I could have imagined. These conditions have been disheartening, but we have remained steadfast in advocating for change and exposing the brokenness of the system.

Thankfully, he has now reached a facility with significantly fewer drug problems. I’m thrilled to share that he has stayed 100% clean for a whole year, despite the overwhelming temptations and challenges he’s faced. His strength and determination amaze me every day. Even with this progress, it hasn’t been an easy road—he’s been jumped twice and badly beaten once. But he’s resilient, and together we continue to count down the days: just 1,743 left (said with all the sarcasm I can muster).

On my end, I’ve finally found myself living in a safe place, which has been a significant step forward. However, safety doesn’t mean the battles are over. I am still being cyber-stalked by a 73-year-old man who previously sexually harassed me. Navigating this situation has been draining, but I refuse to let it overshadow the progress I’ve made.

This past year has taught me so much about myself and others. I’ve learned the value of setting boundaries and the peace that comes from embracing a very small, trusted circle. My husband is my #1 person, my anchor, and the one constant in a world that often feels chaotic. Together, we’re pushing through the hardships, holding on to hope, and fighting for better days ahead.

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” – Psalm 34:18

Thank you to everyone who has stood by us, supported our advocacy work, and sent encouragement our way. Your love and kindness mean more than words can express. We promise to keep speaking out, sharing updates, and fighting for change.

What lessons or reflections have you gained from your own challenges this past year? Let’s keep the conversation going.

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