Silence doesn’t mean peace. Sometimes it means survival.

For years, I carried stories I didn’t have the language to tell. Like many people impacted by trauma, I learned early that speaking up often comes with consequences — disbelief, dismissal, or blame. So I stayed quiet.

But silence has weight. It settles into the body, the mind, the soul.

This blog exists because silence protects systems — not people.

Wrongful convictions don’t happen in a vacuum. The prison system doesn’t function independently of racism, classism, mental illness, or trauma. And mental health is still treated like a weakness instead of a human reality.

Behind every statistic is a person. A family. A life interrupted.

Writing is how I break that silence — not just my own, but the silence surrounding those whose voices were taken, ignored, or locked away. This space is not about comfort. It’s about truth, accountability, and remembering that justice should never come at the cost of humanity.

If you’re here, you’re part of the conversation.