 Now, I didn't want to be there. My emotions didn't change. I could never embrace the idea of being in prison emotionally. But I began to fight for this every day. And I'd wake up in the morning with fear and with grief and with anxiety. And I'd begin to fight. Okay, God, I want to embrace my assignment. If my assignment is to be in prison now, give me the endurance. Help me to persevere. And I would fight for this throughout the day.