A Prisoner's Life Story

The baby died at six weeks and i was 15 weeks along. For nine weeks, it was just rott inside me. The medication made me mannock for upwards of forty hours a day. I kept a chair wedged against my door knob after he left with one less tooth. Once on another medication, i nearly died. So i stopped taking anything, despite my family trying to convince me the medications were helping my blood sugar. And i literally felt like i could not trust telling the truth to any one.