Thirty days from today I will be waking up in prison. Not beside my husband. That realization hit me hard this morning.
For the past two weeks, I have been trying to do what I can to prepare. Had my yearly physical, my cardiologist, the dentist and started preparing psychologically in learning ways to calm my PTSD and anxiety. Trying to check all of the boxes to make sure the two bills I do have are paid while I am gone. Meeting with community health leaders to learn how to get back to work serving the community when I am released. Putting a restitution plan in place. Praying. Lots and lots of praying.
Even while “preparing”, I don’t think I can ever really prepare enough.
