My voice!

Well, journal,

The freedom and peace of mind knowing that the GPS tracker is no longer around my ankle is indescribable! To come and go as I please without the constant feeling of being watched—it's liberating. For the first time in a long while, I feel like I can truly breathe.

Now, I can start planning my trip to Washington, D.C. My meeting with the Department of Justice is going to change a lot of lives. Some for the better, some for the worse—but it’s what has to be done. The truth needs to come out, and justice needs to be served.

I remember someone from my past once telling me that people from their country are ruthless, that they will do everything they can to stay in this country—whether it's legal or illegal. They’ll stop at nothing. That conversation has stuck with me, and now I find myself in a position where I can be a voice, a force, making it almost impossible for them to exploit the system illegally.

This journey ahead is going to be a tough one, but I’ve already been through hell. What’s one more battle? At least this time, I’m on the offense.