It is just another day on “The Block”. I slept fitfully but until 9am. I sit at a metal table on an attached metal stool drinking instant cappuccino from a chronically used Styrofoam cup. My mind wanders as I pinch off bites of a Cookies and Cream Pop- tart obtained through commissary. This is my “quiet time”… well, as quiet as it can be in the Common area of K-Block at WTDF in Mason, TN.

K-Block of WTDF, a large gymnasium sized room and just as loud; made of block, metal, and concrete with every sound reverberating at elevated decibels as they bounce around the immovable structures of my present domicile. It is Saturday, the beginning of yet another long weekend.   You see, in prison, everything is in reverse. On the “outside” weekends seem to fly by and another week soon starts; on the “inside”, the weekends are long and bitter with nothing going on…no movement or momentum. We appear to have obtained 2 new block mates overnight, they are milling around looking to get their bearings. The bank of 4 phones are empty except for one lone inmate huddled in quiet conversation with someone they hold dear.   The remaining metal picnic tables are littered with detainees doing their individual morning rituals; and me, maintaining my morning meditations.

Rituals and routines, the cornerstones of sanity. One must maintain these controllables as everything else is out of control. Uncontrolled and chaotic are our thoughts, perceptions, and even realities of what is going on in our lives outside of K-Block. Perhaps that is part of the plan. Tantamount to torture is the thought process I find myself thinking at times. Being lost in thought can be a perilous path to pursue. Dreaming can be dangerous and detrimental; one has to carefully guard himself from diving into deep depression. Determination is key to defiance. Survival itself is a defining defiant act. I have always been a survivor and have scars of significance to symbolize thus, and this is where they have underestimated me and my resolve.

Anarchy of the authority appears to be a contradictory concept, however there is mass confusion and misinterpretation of the Constitution. The rules are being enforced by the ruthless. Right is no longer righteousness, and the pathway to power is paved by prosecution at all costs.   The just MUST live by faith. Faith in a flawed system can be fatal, therefore I must find rest in the faith of my father and know that the designer of my decades still has my destiny divinely dedicated to a higher purpose.

The belief in better days protects me from bitterness. Hope sustains me in this season of insanity. Family and friends have been fundamental in framing my focus on the final outcome of this Shakespearean like tragedy. The sun WILL come out tomorrow. But until then, in the dawning of this new day, I will determine to defy depression and embrace the essence of yet another life lesson. I will wait…meditate, knowing that I will LIVE again. Where there is breath there is LIFE and in LIFE—HOPE; and HOPE makes all the difference.

I am STRONG… because I’ve been WEAK I am FEARLESS… because I’ve been AFRAID I am WISE… because I’ve been FOOLISH

Until….

Jeffrey W Young Jr MSN FNP APN-BC

Addendum from Doctorsofcourage:

Jeffrey Young, PA, had a 4 day trial March 27-March 31, 2023.  He, his friends, and supporters thought that the Supreme Court decision US v. Ruan would work to acquit him.  He spent almost 4 years in jail pre-trial. As I keep warning people, the District courts don’t pay any attention to SCOTUS. It’s all about the money. Jeffrey was convicted on Mar 31.

If you want these abuses of the law to stop, you must join Doctorsofcourage, learn the truth–that no drug causes addiction–and share that everywhere so we can offset the government propaganda that is putting innocent people in prison so government agents, DOJ, and law enforcement can make money off of the backs of compassionate medical providers.