During my time in solitary confinement, I’ve slowly been going crazy. Having nobody to talk to and think to myself has been driving me in circles. I get trays of food three times a day for my meals and after that it’s nothing. I’ve been stuck in a small room for almost 6 weeks. I've lost count of the days. I have nothing to do and have to sit with myself and think all day long. I tried to mark the wall with a fork that I kept from lunch, but it was plastic and not strong enough to scrape the walls. I was framed for murder and while I am stuck in a cell, the real killer runs free. I feel sick and I’m starting to see shadows in the corners of the room, but when I blink they disappear. …show more content…
Once that light turns off, the room is pitch black with only the light in the hallway creeping in under the door. I don’t get very good sleep at night since all I have is a cot and a pillow. My clothes reek of sweat and I can’t change them or wash them. My hair is greasy and the food is awful. I think the chicken was raw. Arriving at the prison for the first time, I didn’t think it would be as awful as people say it is, most of the stories that I heard were from family or friends and I just thought they were trying to scare me out of bad habits. I didn’t ever imagine prison being this mentally destroying. The guards said I had a week left, but it feels like it’s been over a year. Everything feels so much longer, but after the light turns off at night it feels like the whole day took 10 seconds. A couple days ago I was sitting against the wall on my cot and I saw a spider crawling up the corner and I realized it was just a little jumping spider. It was the only living thing I had seen moving in six weeks. I picked it up and it jumped back and forth from my hands, trying to get back to the wall. After I realized that it wanted to leave, I let it go and it crawled up into a crack in the