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Rehabilitating Rehab
Attempting Recovery Behind the Walls of Incarceration
The Eye Opener
With my final stint in a corrupt gated community ending this past month, I was wide-eyed as I realized how much of a pathetic circumstance being behind bars is. With the intended purpose to rehabilitate and “fix” the damaged population jailhouses lose focus on the mission at hand and offer a home to broaden and support whatever vice you encompass.
As I laid awake through the past thirty-day sentence I was able to realize the devastation behind the cold steel bars and beyond damning walls.
With this being my first-time lock-up since my sobriety began a new world emerged from the disillusioned one I remembered. With the same faces and facades, the reoccurring garbage meals, and paper-thin bedding, the punishment is understandable if it was to be enforced correctly.
Going Through The Motions
The first day in is always the most grueling, as you contemplate how you’ll ever survive the complete sentence and scheme up ways to lessen your underlying charge everything seems hopeless and irreversible. The overabundance of lighting and incredible strength of the noise permits a euphoria of torture one has trouble conforming to.
