Affirmation: I may fall, but I will always rise with a new plan, a stronger mind, and another reason to fight for my freedom.
Dear Diary,
What’s the deal?
Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough to get myself free. Then I ask myself, What more can I do? What else can I try to achieve my freedom? Maybe I need to write more advocates. More organizations. More people who might be willing to look at my case and help me navigate these legal woes.
I’ve tried before. At one point, I actually found some rhythm with an organization called Centurion. We communicated through letters for about two years. They seemed genuinely interested. They asked relevant questions about my case, and eventually, they took a closer look at what I had been screaming about. They saw the injustices I was talking about. For a while, I was convinced they were going to help me get back into that courtroom.
I was wrong.
Eventually, I received a letter telling me they couldn’t help me. When that letter hit, I was crushed. I had become so high on the possibility of their help that when the possibility disappeared, I sank low. Real low.
But I got back up. And maybe that’s what life is about. You fall, You get back up. You dust yourself off. And you get back to it. That experience discouraged me, but it also taught me something: I have to keep knocking on doors.
So maybe I need to write more institutions. More advocates. More organizations. Maybe the next letter I send finds the right person at the right time. I have to keep trying. Because I have to get out of here by any means necessary.
This place is inhumane, and it seems to become more so with every passing day.
It’s been eighteen years since I last felt the breath of freedom. Eighteen years.
Dear Diary, what more does a man need to be free besides being a part of humanity? Should a man be condemned to die in an unfree state? I’m not judging. I’m just wondering.
And while I wonder, I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep learning. I’ll keep knocking. I’ll keep fighting. Because if one door closes, I have to find another one. And if there isn’t another door? I’ll build one.
Dear Diary, spread my words across the earth and into the world:
Kory McClary is ready to be free.
Peace,
Kory
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