Keeping My Head Out of Trouble
By Stellios
I just keep my head out of trouble and out of politics, lol. I find the time goes very quickly when I keep a great routine going for myself.
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.
I just keep my head out of trouble and out of politics, lol. I find the time goes very quickly when I keep a great routine going for myself.
As a devoted mother having to accept the fact that my son was going to prison was soul destroying.
This letter is to remind you all that, as Sistas, we need to be there for one another to raise women up.
It’s daunting enough when you get arrested by police, then placed into custody and thrown into a cell. Then you have to go through a degrading strip search.
I’ve spent most of my adult life behind bars, and I’m not proud to say it. It’s been such a bloody waste.
Anyone who has spent a significant amount of time in prison can relate to the concept of prison rituals and routines.
We have limited options regarding studying whilst incarcerated. I am midway through an arts degree, however, once I am released, I am re-routing towards politics/law.
I recently have been put in the medium precinct, and I had put a request form asking what the costs were to order the Examiner newspaper.
My first time in jail was a shock to the system. I have learned quickly that routine is key. Getting your exercise, diet, mental health, maintaining social encounters; it truly helps.
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.
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.

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!

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.

I was determined to strive for something different. I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to be honest, open-minded and willing today.


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