I’M DROWNING

🔵 By Nelson Harrison. Photo by lauragrafie.

Life was returning back to normal Federal Prison life, going outside again to get fresh air. Being able to use the hobby craft, and arts and craft programs. And enjoying a very intense 1 hour workout in the sun. But then Omicron came, which is another devastating blow. Because now we are back to being locked down all day. NO fresh air no sun. Wearing a cloth mask all day, that we have to wash every 3 day’s. Because we only get a new one once every 3 months. I’m not kidding either!! At this very moment my entire prison dorm is walking around coughing and sneezing. And a lot of these guy’s are so miserable because they have 10 or 20 years left they don’t bother to wear a mask. How can I blame them. They don’t even know if they will make it out of here alive.

I’m (SMH) right now just thinking about it because I don’t know how much more I can take of this!! My mental Health is deteriorating from years of depression and heavy oppression. While I’m writing this the BOP Prison system called a national lockdown, so we are not allowed to use the phones to call our family or kids. I’m not sure the cops are even sending our mail out that we write to our families about this lock down. The mail is just sitting in the out going mailbox for the past 2 day’s. The prison guards are saying they don’t know why we are locked down. IF they don’t know and we don’t know. Then who knows why we are being punished?

I’m sick and tired of Federal Prison life! I’m sick of being lied too! I’m sick of these cops treating me like I’m not human! Stray dogs get more respect then we do. This place is corrupting my heart, my blood is pumping revenge. Bitterness and anger run thru my veins after so many years of being treated like my life is not important. I can’t breathe and I need to get out of here before I drown!

I want to talk to my daughters, I need to know if they’re ok. There is no-one to talk to. There is no place to go for help. Why does my my mental health not matter? My crime was non-violent. These cops are treating me like a killer.

I can’t take this anymore! I’m drowning!


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