This was not a test, not a dress rehearsal. Being instantly stripped of my freedom. March 20th, 2024. In no way, shape or form could I have been prepared or polished for this inevitable event. As excited as I was to be released from Bexar County, riding in that white SUV early in the morning, I would never be able to prepare for what was about to happen. Let's backtrack to summarize the way I landed on these grounds. January 12th, 2021. I took the Devil's Cup behind the wheel of my vehicle and the impatience and immaturity. Due to it, once again, relationship gone wrong, miscarriage and sadness, I ran a red light and wrecked that weapon into an innocent mother like myself. I caused Mrs. F. trauma, PTSD, and a minor hip fracture she never deserved. I pray she forgives me, and I will pray for her till my last breath. I was in denial if I ever thought alcohol didn't ruin things. It ruined my relationships, my health, my thoughts, my confidence. Physically it hurt Mrs.F and myself. My daughter has been a witness of this whole process which I pray she consumes as a learning experience live and in action. Being here in jail/devilcation, I have not only dove knee deep into my Bible to gain the knowledge and the wisdom in Proverbs, but to understand a deep, far more empowering way of life. I am forgiven, I am loved, and I am a child of the utmost higher power. My God, that's the confidence I embody now as I journaled my way through this book. I have held myself accountable for my words and how to effectively communicate. Those who are wise, say little, and journal it! So, enjoy the journey with me.