Am I going to live another day? Will I ever get a chance to tell my family I love them before I’m gone?
It feels like I’m walking dead, with millions of reasons why I feel the way I do. Hopefully, everyone reading this post had a Merry Christmas and a good New Year. This has to be the most depressing time for most people who are incarcerated. I sit in a cell, looking out my window, and can’t even tell my family I love them for the holidays. It makes me feel like less of a person. I change my thoughts daily because I don’t know what to expect from the guards or inmates. Does anyone really feel this bad? I wonder if other incarcerated people feel the same way, have the same feelings I have. Maybe not. Maybe it’s just me… maybe. Deep within, I’m seeing something, hearing voices that aren’t even there. But with that, I’m explaining how I’m being treated at this facility. I wake up thinking about my next move, wondering, Am I going to live another day? Will I ever get a chance to tell my family I love them before I’m gone? I hate that I think this, but in prison, you never know what to expect from anyone. NO CAP! I wonder how I’ve made it this long and am still living to see another day. I guess you could say I’m blessed and have a lot to be thankful for. These 22 months will pass quickly, and keeping a level head will help me get through these storms and hard times. God bless everyone reading.
