Medication Saved My Life After I Lost Custody of My Son
By Bec
It was a relief to receive a formal diagnosis this year, after a tumultuous time, and medication saved my life and has helped me feel more stable emotionally than I’ve ever felt.
About Time dedicates many of its pages to publishing the letters of people in prison, as well as from their family and friends.
This is the centrepiece of the paper: a platform for people to share their experiences and learn from each other.

It was a relief to receive a formal diagnosis this year, after a tumultuous time, and medication saved my life and has helped me feel more stable emotionally than I’ve ever felt.
Please boys don’t forget about your human rights about sleeping on the floor, because we are not scum.
An interview with Marley, who writes from a prison in QLD.
An interview with Justin, from a prison in NSW.
Homelessness, addiction, no family, turned right back to what got us here in the first place. I think this is a huge problem for especially young vulnerable women to have more support on release!
Over the past 5 years I have completed numerous courses and obtained tickets for forklift – working at heights, confined space, first aid, and test and tag.
Being an older gay man myself, I have noticed a lot of younger guys in here are maybe a little confused about their sexuality.
When I get out on parole, I can promise my kids that I will not touch drugs ever again.
I write to extend feedback – re: your monthly paper. I must say that it was with more than the usual measuring spoon of interest that most here @ MRC welcomed its arrival.
12 months into being remanded in custody. I’m still yet to be sentenced – hence I can’t see the end at all.
After being incarcerated in 2017 at 40 years old, I thought this would be my opportunity to finally learn how to spell.

When I paint, I'm not in prison anymore. I'm lost for hours in my artwork.

I’d think there are a lot of inmates looking for someone to talk to, for some people it might help with the healing process.

Since having my first ever grandson nearly 3 years ago now, it’s made me realise that I not only want to change, but I need to do it not only for myself but for my family.

My name is Jean. I am a wiry spitfire, 65 years young, and incarcerated for the past 24 years with a L.W.O.P. (Life Without Parole) sentence.

Prison doesn't easily allow outside support to provide the love and care many inmates require, let alone access professional support.

We have a voice, but through the system, our voices are muted. We are mothers, sisters, daughters, and even grandmothers.

Our external world has so many options and choices, to have, do and be, we even have greater control of this world, more than we have ever had before, yet we are still suffering.

I am the volunteer garden billet and some of my responsibilities are garden plot allocation and seed distribution.

Dad would always say “there’s something about toiling in the garden, getting your hands in soil, it earths me out.”


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