The law that we trusted to keep our citizens safe, even those incarcerated, had now destroyed my family as my brother lay lifeless with eyewitnesses giving statements on how he suffered until they killed him. My parents were given the runaround in regards to the autopsy report, the detailed information regarding the senseless abuse and the eyewitness statements. The NAACP, local newspapers, and many attorneys were eager investigate and to take the case! Many false statements were given as well as different stories as to the honest truth of the many bruises, cuts, blood clots on the lungs, and the horrible inhumane fact that he lay there in his own bodily fluids, nude and gasping for air, and no one helped! In the midst of this, my other brother was mistakenly shot in a robbery gone bad. Again, "My Life of Turmoil" began to spiral until I hit rock bottom. Two brothers now deceased, years of prison sentences, and many, many more psychiatric admissions, tons of prescription medications, and depression to the point of no return. I had gone from a penthouse on the water to nothing. I now share my story to offer hope to someone's "Life of Turmoil."