Journals of a girl trying to find herself.

Anything to Escape

They called it "The Rock."

Alcatraz Federal Prison. Built on an island in the San Francisco Bay, one and one-quarter miles off mainland California. 

The strong currents around the island and frigid water temperatures made it all but impossible for a prisoner to escape. 

During its nearly 30 years as a federal prison, any prisoner who tried to escape wound up either caught or dead.  

And yet it was easier to escape Alcatraz than it was to leave my house when I was a teenager.

The irony isn't lost on me that my home was also my prison, but it was much more than just a parent-child disciplinary thing, it was a toxic atmosphere that made prison seem attractive, because after all, the people you live with in prison are supposed  to be assholes...

It wasn't always bad, but when it was bad, it was bad. 

So bad I did whatever it took to get the hell away from there.


I thought I was the only one who went through this. But years later and finally being able to use the internet without being watched, I learned that there are others just like me, maybe millions of them, who may still be stuck.

This is why I'm writing this in a blog and sharing it. Maybe my story can inspire others like me who feel trapped and stuck on their own "rock..."

The water may be cold, the currents maybe strong... but if you've got the will and the willingness, you too can make your escape.


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