I’ve come to realize how easy it is to lose sight—not just of where you’re going, but of who you are. When you’re surrounded by pressure, fear, and the looming threat of incarceration, it becomes harder to remember what you value. You start making decisions not based on conviction, but on fear. And that fear can cloud even the most grounded mind.
In the last few weeks, I’ve questioned myself more than I ever have in my life. Not because I doubt my intentions—but because I’ve allowed the narrative of others to become louder than my own. When you’re in a system that’s built on leverage, you can begin to internalize the belief that your only option is surrender.
But today, I took a moment to breathe. I remembered the man I was before all of this. The man who worked, who built something meaningful, who loved, who led. I’m not perfect. But I’m not disposable either.
This journal is part of my fight—not just legally, but emotionally and spiritually. I will not lose sight of my identity, even if everything else is stripped away. Because that is mine. That is untouchable.
