To say that this is a lonely existence is an understatement.
My job here involves working for the Chaplains. After all those years of "working" for the church I am finally getting paid for it. True, it is only 40 cents an hour, but hey, it is a paying job.
Surprisingly I have actually become more spiritual since my arrest. I have always taken my religion, as opposed to faith, for granted, while at the same time I had some deep-seated anger at how the church had robbed me of a normal life.
I have come to appreciate that life is what you make of it and I continue to develop a stronger sense of who I am and what I can do to keep myself spiritually, physically, and emotionally healthy. I do not always hit the mark, but I am much better at getting back on the road when life tosses as curve at me.
Again, while there are no excuses for my actions, my therapy is forcing me to examine my past and deal with a lot of pain deep inside that might have been a contributing factor to my improper behavior.