He’s talked about his departure since getting cut in late August, but on Friday, he released a first-person perspective from The Players’ Tribune. He talks about the day he was cut, the days after, when he signed with Seattle, and having to live in a new city without his family around.

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Here’s what Jackson had to say about getting released just a few days after he had a 48-yard, touchdown-scoring performance in the preseason:

Jackson has been critical of Whaley in the past as he once said, “He wasn’t honest with me the entire time that I’ve known him.” A report said the Buffalo GM “went rogue” in cutting ties with the running back. But that’s all in the past now.

He told me that the team didn’t want me to push myself too hard and risk re-injuring my hamstring. He told me they knew what I brought to the table and to focus on getting healthy — that I didn’t have anything to worry about.

So I didn’t worry — until I got called into Doug Whaley’s office during the first round of cuts. After eight years as a Buffalo Bill, I was getting released.

Once he got over the initial shock of being cut, it was time for business. Jackson claims about 10 teams showed interest in him, including the Cowboys, Patriots, Steelers and Browns. Due to contract language involving guaranteed money and veterans, teams didn’t want to sign him until after Week 1. Except the Seahawks.

When Jackson picked Seattle, he had to make three trips across the country within a few days so he could handle business and family matters. He decided his best choice was to keep his family in Buffalo while he played for the Seahawks. He says the transition has been difficult, but reuniting with Marshawn Lynch has been a blessing.

Jackson said Lynch helped him with letting him borrow a car, adapting the city and learning the playbook. “Without Marshawn, I don’t know how I would have been able to adjust as quickly as I have,” he writes. He provided a specific example of how Lynch helped him when he was learning the plays.

“Thank God for Marshawn Lynch,” he writes.

Marshawn leans over to me.

“Ace,” he whispers. “It’s just like our old Ace protection in Buffalo, brah.”