Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 29, 2014

It looks like I’ll be running while standing in place in my cell for the next few days. Rain and thunderstorms all week, but bad weather has never stopped me in the past. I finally finished up the last of my soap sculptures. Tuesday is when all large packages get shipped out from here, making… Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 27, 2014

“Half measures availed us nothing.” This is a quote that’s read in every Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Today I read this quote yoga daily readings book, the author is a recovering alcoholic like me, creating a stronger connection with me to the book. Such a thing sparks more interest with me. As a man with many… Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 26, 2014

Yesterday I wrote a little bit about a normal day inside prison for me, of course always leaving a few things out, remembering more after already sending out my blog entry. Every morning and night I talk with God, thanking him and praying for my family’s’ safety and security. Every morning I read from a… Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 25, 2014

Often I sit in my cell, wondering what the heck to write, thinking about my day, it was just like yesterday and the day before that, and so on and so forth. So I sit here in my cell, drawing a blank. I ran five miles this morning, and then I came back to my… Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 24, 2014

Today my classmates and I finally had our last of twelve Victim Awareness classes. We had our first class in December of last year, the class was only supposed to last for twelve weeks long, one class a week, and instead it lasted for more than sixteen weeks because our teacher continuously called in sick…. Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 23, 2014

I’ve been having a very difficult time dealing with my new cell mate lately. He lives a life in prison that is completely opposite to the life I live in here and for that major reason, we clash. My celly stays up all hours of the night, like some teenager, then he sleeps all day…. Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 22, 2014

I love running every day, it gives me a great sense of freedom and accomplishment, it clears my mind, rejuvenates my thoughts, it helps me to refocus my goals for the day and the list just goes on and on. Today I ran five miles, not just for myself, but also to support the Boston… Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 20, 2014

Just yesterday I drained my ear again, for the fourth time. Again I woke up in the middle of the night, with a throbbing ear; I reached up to feel my ear again to find that it was already swollen with fluid again. Constantly cutting my ear open in the same spot is taking its… Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 19, 2014

Today is yet another rough day for me and my ear. My ear continues to throb, like a pulsating thumb on a cartoon. At night I can’t sleep for more than an hour without the pain waking me up. This morning I ran five miles, which wasn’t that easy because I did it without my… Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 17, 2014

Four times my ear has filled up with fluid, deep beneath the skin; four times I’ve had to drain it, twice by the doctor and twice by myself. It’s painful and annoying; I can’t get a good night’s sleep, because each time I role over on my ear, the pain wakes me straight up. My… Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 16, 2014

Every day, we porters in this block do our jobs on time and we do them well for the most part. Today the Sgt. decided to come in the block; making threats of handing out behavior tickets to any of the porters he didn’t see doing their job immediately. These kinds of threats don’t sit… Read More

Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – April 15, 2014

My good friend, Kurt and his family are going through difficult times right now. Kurt had to face one of the worst fears of imprisonment, losing a family member, Kurt’s grandfather past away and he’s not taking it well. Just like me, when I lost my Aunt Norma, Kurt is obviously trying to keep his… Read More


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