I’M FINALLY WRITING MY STORY. For years, pieces of my life have existed in police reports, court documents, newspaper headlines, photographs, and other people’s versions of what happened. Now, I’m writing mine. 8 Months 11 Days 13 Hours is more than a story about incarceration. It’s about surviving violence. Being accused after fighting for my life. Being separated from my daughters. Sitting in a jail cell while the world formed an opinion about me. Fighting for my freedom. And discovering that even after a jury says NOT GUILTY, some sentences don’t end at the courthouse doors. I’m going back through everything—the interrogation, discovery, photographs, court records, newspaper articles, and memories I spent years trying to put somewhere I wouldn’t have to touch them again. Some pages are difficult to write. Some make me angry. Some still make me cry. But this time, nobody else gets to tell my story for me. I survived it. Now I’m writing it. 8 Months 11 Days 13 Hours What happens when you survive the violence, survive the accusation, and win your freedom—only to discover the world has already sentenced you? Coming soon.