Last year this time I was sitting in Riker's Island. It was getting hot and there was no air conditioning. I had been in jail 3 months at that point. Thats 3 months with no mirror, no shampoo, no conditioner, no nail clippers, 3 months of little to no human contact, no hugs, no kisses, 3 months of 21 minutes of phone time, 3 months of having to ask to shower and being locked inside an 8x10 cell 23 hours out of the day (so when you see some crappy photos of me, cut me some slack).
I was desperate to get out. I was a complete physical and mental headcase, a walking emotional wreck. I'm the first one to tell you - I was NOT meant for jail. I did not do well in there. People tell me I am strong. I didn't feel strong inside of Rikers. Not at all. I was scared to death, not sure what was going to happen to me or when I was getting out. My attorney had told me so many stories that I was sure I was the victim of some huge conspiracy by the rich and powerful Spitzers and would spend years fighting my case.
I remember the first day the weather got warm. It was right around this time that we had a 3 day heatwave. It was so hot in my cell that I was having nose bleeds and could barely catch my breath. Our area didn't have any water and we spent all day asking for ice and water until about 4pm when they finally got some from the kitchen. Funny thing - the "bubble" where the officers sit was air conditioned - thats the officer's office which is part of our area. Somehow the rest of the unit (where the inmates are) is not air conditioned. I wrote a few letters trying to get them to see that it was inhumane to keep us in concrete cells that are about 90 degrees and not give us water. No one cared.
I don't think I have ever been so miserable in my life. All I did was pray and cry. And talk to Remy. I won't lie and tell you that I knew I'd be ok or that I was looking forward to getting out. I was scared and felt like I had lost everything - which I had.
Today since the weather was nice brought all the memories flooding back. I'm quite sure I'm suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder since I've really yet to deal with all those feelings. I try not to think about what it was like. My life by that time had changed and I would never be the same.
Now when I think about it, I am glad I had the experience. I am truly a better person for what I have gone through. I really and truly value the people in my life and the experiences I have. Its not so much about the outcome of the event, its about having the experience. I learned how to be a better person through this adversity. I learned how to value and love those who love me.
Alot of people ask me if I'm mad at those who ratted me out and how I feel. I actually don't think about it much. I don't have time for bad energy. I have had alot of people do me wrong - that I can't dispute. If you think I think twice about it - I don't. Why should I? It has nothing to do with me and everything to do with that person's character. If you think I'm dwelling on anything from the past then you don't get what I'm about. The past is the past and its better left in the past. The "now" for me is amazing and I am so incredibly happy its not even funny. I have met so many amazing people and have a great group in my life, I couldn't ask for more.
Don't get me wrong, I could have completely done without the Riker's Island Experience. However, I think this is the path that was chosen for me. I have the opportunity to do some good now and thats what I am doing.