In prison, silence isn’t always golden. It’s just another form of the unknown, another form of loss of control, another avenue for the negative thoughts to take.

There is a line so many of us here have heard over and over again from inmates going home: “I’ll write to you and put my number on when I get out.” And you never hear from them again.

Thanks for the paper – it’s something a lot of us look forward to.

Being sober feels like getting high used to.

This is one of my many thoughts on all the moments in life I may have taken for granted – of memories of my younger years. And here’s to us all making new memories, whether in our youth or mature years.

I won’t even mention how expensive basic vegetables have gotten for us for the risk of sending somebody into shock.

The issue I wish to discuss with everyone is something I’m dealing with personally myself right now and I know for a fact I’m not the only one!

It gets disheartening but I am determined to break free of this system.

If I get to the end of my sentence (another 13 months), then I will be dropped into a motel for three days, then after that, I’m on my own. It doesn’t seem fair.

I read your paper the night previous, and a part of me that previously was dead or dying suddenly felt alive and connected to others with similar struggles and trauma.