{"id":1401,"date":"2016-08-14T10:53:16","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T10:53:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wakinguprevolution.com\/?p=1401"},"modified":"2016-08-14T10:53:16","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T10:53:16","slug":"a-better-decision","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/a-better-decision\/","title":{"rendered":"A Better Decision"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[et_pb_section bb_built=&#8221;1&#8243; _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.47&#8243;][et_pb_row _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.47&#8243; background_size=&#8221;initial&#8221; background_position=&#8221;top_left&#8221; background_repeat=&#8221;repeat&#8221;][et_pb_column type=&#8221;4_4&#8243;][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; text_font_size=&#8221;18px&#8221; background_layout=&#8221;light&#8221;]<\/p>\n<div id=\"content\" class=\"content__main\">\n<div id=\"post-5732\" class=\"single-post post-5732 post type-post status-publish format-standard has-post-thumbnail hentry category-my-journal\">\n<div class=\"entry\">\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">During the summer of 2016, I decided to volunteer at the Tennessee State Prison for Women instead of lounging by the pool with my copy of Vogue.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Once a week, I drove 45 minutes through the rolling hills, past the white-fenced family farms and huge mansions, around downtown Nashville and on to the other part of town where the houses are small and dilapidated. A little bit farther north, and I was at the State Prison for Women.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I park the car and take only my keys, volunteer badge and a \u201cBetter Decisions\u201d binder with materials of the program for which I\u2019m volunteering. I leave my cell phone in the car. My husband and my kids know that I will text them when I get back out to my car. Until then, I\u2019m unreachable.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After giving me a patdown, the officer locks the gate behind me, and I am in the prison.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s early evening, and the southern heat has broken. Under big canopies of trees, women sit together, talking calmly and quietly. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I enter a building where inmates are waiting for their meds &#8212; most of them for mental and drug-related illnesses.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My partner meets me in the visitor\u2019s gallery. \u201cBetter Decisions\u201d calls us \u2018partners,\u2019 not mentor and mentee. I sit at the same side of the table with my partner, and we begin our session. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The whole concept is based on the premise that each of us, with tools and support, is able to learn to make good decisions. That way, we gain independence from someone else deciding things for us. When it comes to making decisions about our actions, no one has more power or qualifications than we do. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As long as we let others control our lives, we can never gain freedom. We will always stay imprisoned by the codependency &#8211; whether it\u2019s a drug addiction, a broken system that doesn\u2019t treat everyone with the same care and dignity (and lets many go unnoticed, abused and unprepared for life), or lies about ourselves we accepted as truth (such as, \u201cYou\u2019ll never get out of here,\u201d or \u201cYou aren\u2019t good enough,\u201d or \u201cWho do you think you are?\u201d).<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We all have these prisons from which we want to be released &#8212; this is what I think as I watch my partner work diligently through the worksheets of the Better Decisions program. There are many of us who never learned to make those \u2018better decisions\u2019 for ourselves. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3><b>ALARMING SITUATION<\/b><\/h3>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">One-third of all the world\u2019s incarcerated women are in the USA. (according to the <\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/www.prisonstudies.org\/sites\/default\/files\/resources\/downloads\/world_female_imprisonment_list_third_edition_0.pdf\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Institute for Criminal Policy Research<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">) Two-thirds of these women have committed non-violent crimes related to drugs or property. In Tennessee, more than half of those have a history of sexual or physical abuse. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Many of these women started using illegal drugs to numb the pain from the abuse. Drug addiction is an expensive habit that\u2019s almost impossible to break without professional support. Despite the help available, many of these women don\u2019t have the support (financial or moral) to go through drug rehab. In order to support their addiction, they became an easy prey for pimps, sex traffickers and drug dealers. Once the women find themselves stuck in this cycle, their situation seems helpless. Often, they are threatened with more violence against them and their family members. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A prison sentence becomes a welcome change &#8211; a place where they are safe for a while and can rest from the street life and violence. Unfortunately, once the women are released from prison, the pimps and traffickers are waiting for them, sucking them back into the never-ending cycle. Many don\u2019t have any other place to go to. As hard as it is for a healthy person to start a new life from scratch, it\u2019s much more difficult for a woman vulnerable to her addictions and abuse, and with a criminal record. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An organization such as \u201cBetter Decisions\u201d is an initiative at a grass-roots level to help incarcerated women and men to restore their lives. One life at a time. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3><b>A CHANCE IS GIVEN<\/b><\/h3>\n<\/div>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; src=&#8221;http:\/\/wakinguprevolution.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/better-decision1.jpg&#8221; show_in_lightbox=&#8221;off&#8221; url_new_window=&#8221;off&#8221; use_overlay=&#8221;off&#8221; align=&#8221;center&#8221; always_center_on_mobile=&#8221;on&#8221; force_fullwidth=&#8221;off&#8221; max_width=&#8221;70%&#8221; module_alignment=&#8221;center&#8221; show_bottom_space=&#8221;on&#8221; \/][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; text_font_size=&#8221;18px&#8221; background_layout=&#8221;light&#8221;]<\/p>\n<div id=\"content\" class=\"content__main\">\n<div id=\"post-5732\" class=\"single-post post-5732 post type-post status-publish format-standard has-post-thumbnail hentry category-my-journal\">\n<div class=\"entry\">\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I first became aware of these cycles of drugs, prostitution and criminal behavior through \u201cThistle Farms,\u201d in Nashville. Thistle Farms is a social enterprise that restores the lives of adult female survivors of sex trafficking, prostitution, addictions and abuse. Through a two-year residential recovery program as well as employment opportunities, these women are given a second chance. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was at Thistle Farms that the horrific stories of rape, suffering and violence &#8211; for me &#8211; took the shape of real people, with faces and handshakes and hugs. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">One person I met that year was Jennifer, who has a beautiful smile and contagious energy. She was abused as a child by a family member. Threatened by her abuser, she stayed silent and turned to drugs. Running away from home as a teenager made her into an easy target of sex traffickers and drug dealers. Her cycle was a horrific nightmare, until she found Thistle Farms. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dorris was a little girl when she witnessed a family member shoot and kill her father. The trauma of it was too huge for Dorris to bear, and drugs were too easily available for her to pass on. Dorris found herself working the streets, turning tricks so she could support her drug habit. \u00a0She heard about Thistle Farms while she was serving her prison sentence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jennifer and Dorris, like many many others who graduated from Thistle Farms\u2019 Magdalene Program, are now restored. They have been freed from crime and violence, and from their drug addictions and pimps. They are free physically and economically because Thistle Farms helped them to develop good work habits and gain confidence for living a good life. Many are also free from the emotional and mental chaos that was caused by the abuse. Today, they are the ones reaching out to others so they too can be freed. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; src=&#8221;http:\/\/wakinguprevolution.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/betterdecision2.png&#8221; show_in_lightbox=&#8221;off&#8221; url_new_window=&#8221;off&#8221; use_overlay=&#8221;off&#8221; align=&#8221;center&#8221; always_center_on_mobile=&#8221;on&#8221; force_fullwidth=&#8221;off&#8221; module_alignment=&#8221;center&#8221; show_bottom_space=&#8221;on&#8221; \/][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; text_font_size=&#8221;18px&#8221; background_layout=&#8221;light&#8221;]<\/p>\n<div id=\"content\" class=\"content__main\">\n<div id=\"post-5732\" class=\"single-post post-5732 post type-post status-publish format-standard has-post-thumbnail hentry category-my-journal\">\n<div class=\"entry\">\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Susan (volunteer), Dorris, me, Jennifer, Gayle (volunteer), and Donna during a special episode of my television talk show, <\/span><\/i><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=-Anh0m46EKg\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Waking Up in America.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Each time as I left the prison after our sessions, I would hope that my Better Decisions partner would find that freedom as well.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3><strong>THE BEST DECISION<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At \u00a0the end of that summer in 2016. I sat with Dorris at the Thistle Farms cafe and spoke with her about organizing workshops and live events. She was the managing coordinator of live events, working with women who were starting to speak out and raise awareness about restoring the lives of similarly abused and disadvantaged women across the globe. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; src=&#8221;http:\/\/wakinguprevolution.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/better-decision3.jpg&#8221; show_in_lightbox=&#8221;off&#8221; url_new_window=&#8221;off&#8221; use_overlay=&#8221;off&#8221; align=&#8221;center&#8221; always_center_on_mobile=&#8221;on&#8221; force_fullwidth=&#8221;off&#8221; max_width=&#8221;70%&#8221; module_alignment=&#8221;center&#8221; show_bottom_space=&#8221;on&#8221; \/][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; text_font_size=&#8221;18px&#8221; background_layout=&#8221;light&#8221;]<\/p>\n<div id=\"content\" class=\"content__main\">\n<div id=\"post-5732\" class=\"single-post post-5732 post type-post status-publish format-standard has-post-thumbnail hentry category-my-journal\">\n<div class=\"entry\">\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo how was your summer?\u201d Dorris asked at the end of our meeting. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt was busy with kids, and I feel a bit tired,\u201d I said, \u201cbut deciding to volunteer at the prison was the best thing I did in a long time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I hope I made at least a small difference in my partner\u2019s life &#8211; as part of the wonderful program. Since I started with Better Decisions, I\u2019ve learned so much and have talked about it to all of my subdivision mom-friends. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On top of that, it\u2019s really good to know how each of us can make a decision to be a part of the solution, instead of always complaining about the problem. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And through the process of getting involved, our lives shift. We, too, are freed from feeling helpless. Or, we are freed from believing that we are stuck in a system that doesn\u2019t work, or from thinking that if we hide ourselves in our pretty dollhouses and \u2018safe neighborhoods,\u2019 that what\u2019s outside is not \u2018our\u2019 problem &#8211; not even realizing that we are only creating a prison for ourselves. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2018By the way,\u201d Dorris said that day before I left,\u201cI love your pink hair!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt just felt so freeing to decide to do it,\u201d I said, feeling, strangely, let out of my own prisons of fear from other people\u2019s opinions and criticism.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; src=&#8221;http:\/\/wakinguprevolution.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/better-decision4.jpg&#8221; show_in_lightbox=&#8221;off&#8221; url_new_window=&#8221;off&#8221; use_overlay=&#8221;off&#8221; align=&#8221;center&#8221; always_center_on_mobile=&#8221;on&#8221; force_fullwidth=&#8221;off&#8221; max_width=&#8221;70%&#8221; module_alignment=&#8221;center&#8221; show_bottom_space=&#8221;on&#8221; \/][et_pb_divider show_divider=&#8221;on&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; \/][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row background_color=&#8221;rgba(0,0,0,0.1)&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243;][et_pb_column type=&#8221;4_4&#8243;][et_pb_text admin_label=&#8221;connect with me&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>CONNECT WITH ME<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_code _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; text_orientation=&#8221;center&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;|||370px&#8221;][et_social_follow icon_style=&#8221;flip&#8221; icon_shape=&#8221;rounded&#8221; icons_location=&#8221;top&#8221; col_number=&#8221;auto&#8221; outer_color=&#8221;dark&#8221;][\/et_pb_code][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243;][et_pb_column type=&#8221;4_4&#8243;][et_pb_code _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243;][inf_infusionsoft_inline optin_id=&#8221;optin_5&#8243;][\/et_pb_code][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[et_pb_section bb_built=&#8221;1&#8243; _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.47&#8243;][et_pb_row _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.47&#8243; background_size=&#8221;initial&#8221; background_position=&#8221;top_left&#8221; background_repeat=&#8221;repeat&#8221;][et_pb_column type=&#8221;4_4&#8243;][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;3.0.98&#8243; text_font_size=&#8221;18px&#8221; background_layout=&#8221;light&#8221;] During the summer of 2016, I decided to volunteer at the Tennessee State Prison for Women instead of lounging by the pool with my copy of Vogue. &nbsp; Once a week, I drove 45 minutes through the rolling hills, past the white-fenced family farms [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1402,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1401","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1401","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1401"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1401\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1402"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1401"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1401"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1401"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}