At first glance, a bunk, a desk, and a toilet look like furniture. But in confinement, they become teachers. The bunk taught me stillness. The desk taught me reflection. The toilet taught me humility. What I didn’t realize then—but understand now—is that chains don’t start on the wrists. They start in the mind, the heart, and the story we tell ourselves about who we are. Lesson 1: Physical Confinement Reveals Emotional Chains When I walked into that cell, I wasn’t just senten

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