As the day continued, my relationships
with the other girls started to open. I found myself inside gossip
of: “she said, he said”, and emotional stories of crime,
children, and even cancer. The majority of women in here are not too
much younger or older than myself. With experiences ranging from
years of being in and out of jail, insecure households, abusive
relationships, to addiction. It makes us think as humans how far we
have to go to improve ourselves. They say it starts with our
surroundings, which is why they put you in here. But for some it
seems the scars are too deep to be fixed with just “sitting time”.
Since I've been here phone messages regarding deceased boyfriends,
cheating husbands, and family problems flood the phone lines. Angry
outbursts followed by tears fill the housing unit. With nowhere else
to go I find myself being involved in the situations due to just
being another person in the room. You never realize how hard life can
be until you feel the experience of it through the mouth of it's
victims. The women who I call my roommates are incarcerated for
offenses ranging from drug trafficking, trespassing, to arson. With
10 other women sitting in the Sharing Circle, I could overflow 10
blogs with the intense stories I've been told.
Do any of them intimidate or scare me?
No, because I know that at the end of the day we are all somewhat
similar; we all need to be fixed sometimes.
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