I've been out a few months now, and I still don't recognize the person I'm supposed to be out here. Inside, I knew the rules and who I was. Out here everything moved on without me, and I keep wondering if a real second chance is even something the world hands people like me.
More people experience this than they realize.
After prison you don't know who you are or whether a real second chance exists.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.