Bailey Jo’s Letter

Dear Bailey Jo,

You’re probably on a couch somewhere, surrounded by people, but feeling alone, getting high simply to feel something. Maybe you’re walking from town to town to give someone else your last bit of dope so you can feel love for just a moment. Or maybe you’re on the police station floor, freezing from the winter air, trying to get the words out from the dispatcher in between sobs after running for your life when a man who was supposed to love you snapped and chased you with a gun.

I know you’re surrounded by darkness so heavy you can’t even catch your breath, like you’re drowning in it. Gasping for air, screaming even, and yet nobody is hearing you. Well I’m writing to you today to tell you as unbelievable as it sounds, all this changes when you finally surrender and enter a place called MnTC.

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