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Now I Become My Self: A new facilitator shares her many selves

But if I had my way, I would rather tell this story. It is a story about the parts of me that remain unseen. Not because they do not exist but because they have not yet been fully realized. Some of these unborn faces have been present from my very beginning but were forgotten and must be recovered. Others do not come to me naturally and must be learned. All of them, however, are present, latent, and waiting to be born. These are the parts of me I claim today. It is only through them that I begin to fully become my self.

My Prison Classmates

Now we can’t wait to see each other; we laugh; we dance; we tell stories; we do impromptu speaking and some rehearsed speeches, and we think of hugging each other. At Lane Murray Unit, you must remember at least two things: don’t touch and don’t climb the fence. I have bruises on my arms each week from squeezing myself because I can’t squeeze my mates.

"Going to prison saved my life." I've come to understand what they mean.

“I feel hope for this young woman. I think she’s onto something good. Something better. Something different than what she’s been shown and taught in the past. I can’t guarantee that anything will blossom from it, but I am certain that a seed has been planted.”