The Shape of Who I Am
Through everything — the chaos, the silence, the weight of my own becoming — my mother stood by me. This is a letter to the woman who never let the world take me, and who taught me what love looks like.
Through everything — the chaos, the silence, the weight of my own becoming — my mother stood by me. This is a letter to the woman who never let the world take me, and who taught me what love looks like.
For almost a decade, I didn’t believe real friendship could exist in prison—until Joshua proved me wrong. This is my letter to him as he prepares to leave, and a reflection on the kind of impact that never disappears.