The impact on my daily routine is severe I go to sleep at night and wake up to a reality that is surreal. The first couple of hours I move about mechanically, I do the things I normally do without thought. Without any given notice a variety of the motions rise up and then the flood of tears. My appetite is bad. I used to enjoy food, now I only eat because I feel weak or I don’t want others to worry about me. I have acid reflux and constant indigestion. All I want to do is sleep but that’s impossible because I still have to work although my coworkers has been very supportive I can’t help but feel embarrassed and humiliated.
I am learning new things also I’m learning how to put money in my sons prison account. I’m learning my sons pp# number. I’m learning how to encourage my son when he calls but all I wanna do is scream, “What were you thinking!?!” I’m going to be strong for his children who miss their dad I’m a believer that you never stop learning well I’ve learned about all I want to learn about prison life. My daily routine will never be the same. My life in my family’s life will never be the same. If it were not for my strong faith in God I probably would kill myself. So I pray, read my bible, and love my son and family. I have to believe me there’s life there’s hope. -Anon