I am all right. Or am I?

I feel like a war vet about to be redeployed after acclimating to civilian life.

I was sentenced to 30 years to life as a 16-year-old child. And after a few days of being locked up, I was all right.

When I was sent thousands of miles away from my family in DC to a federal prison in thousands of miles away because the district doesn’t have its own prison, and thus they couldn’t visit, I was all…