And from that day on, my very first day, I wasn’t alone – I had 27 brothers and we all looked out for each other.

Sometimes we take things for granted, like our freedom. I've only been in prison a short time compared to some, but I still feel the pinch.

I wonder how it will be when we are released to the outside world, which has not stopped since we have been here.

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.