Dear journal,
Being in jail has really got me thinking about all the things I've done. Going back to the old days the first time I got a heartache for the things I've done was when I was in the Congo. What I did to take the heartache was that I started to pray hoping to get some relief. One day I started to say sorry out loud and that brought some relief and I felt freely. Speaking up has for sure bring out some calmness into my life. I don’t have any fears and am okay with everything that is happening to me because I know I did wrong. Moving on from the life that I just to live was very challenging, but am proud of myself for moving on and keeping my head up. I feel at peace with myself because of the guilt that he came over me. I realize that I did wrong and there was no excuses for my actions. In my eyes genocide happen because people can not be in the same page and everyone wants control. Everyone wants to have completely power and just take over and destroy what they don’t like/agree with. Being in this jail for so many years has help me understand that what’s important in life is my family. Still people hate me because of all the damage I did but I know that one day I will get the forgiveness that I've been looking for.
Sincerely,
Leopard