The Police Learn of Canaan Land
When I was freed from Canaan Land in 1999, just as I turned 18, I buried it all down deep inside. I tried to act as if the last two plus years hadn’t happened, telling myself that time and distance could erase the memories. I buried the pain beneath layers of silence, distraction, and the routines of everyday life, convincing myself that forgetting was the same as moving on. For years, I carried that weight quietly, outwardly functioning while inwardly haunted. What I [...]









