Orange is the new black has a sequel and I am in it! I am prisoner 087 and I am stuck here with no parole unless I can get a hotshot badass lawyer like Harvey Specter to come argue my case. You are probably thinking I killed my husband or robbed a bank but nope I did nothing of that sort. The only crimes I committed was walking into the employment agency and begging for a job (sweet-talking I mean ) the human resource manager to hire me and asking my parents if I could move out and stay on my own. I should have walked away when I had the chance to.
You would think I am having sushi and hot baths and shopping at classy bouquets but nope. I am in old overly worn threads that my parents have passed down on me (out of the goodness of their hearts) and the bag I have is borrowed. This is Prisoner 087’s schedule every day:
03: 30: Wake up and put hot water on the stove
04:00: Bath and do Laundry
06:00: Go to the bus stop and wait for the bus
07:30 Arrive at work
08:00-5:00 Work, work, work (no lunch, no coffee break)
19: 00: Get home and cook
20:30 Wait for the boss to send a long text scolding
I live on one meal per day because my boss cannot be bothered to give me a break *sigh* and I occasionally get midnight scolding or work as well. I have lost weight and I don’t remember the last time I actually stepped back and smiled. Mental health matters right? How do I stop myself from snapping? As I type this, I am 3 seconds away from slumping on my chair with exhaustion and the day is barely over.
I wish I could tell you my name but in my mind, I am Prisoner 087.
Prisoner 087 is my fight for mental health from the stories I have heard and the experiences I have encountered.