This letter was written by a person incarcerated at SATF (California Substance Abuse Treatment Facility and State Prison).
Honestly things got hard for when in October 2020 I caught COVID-19. I was the first in my family to get the virus. Due to me being in shape and working out it didn’t do much to me. I did everything I could not to get COVID. I wore gloves, mask, tried to social distance, but it’s hard in here, social distance.
I cleaned everything, the phone and kiosk, everything, but still I contracted it. I felt all the symptoms. Couldn’t smell and taste, short of breath, fever, I was crying. I thought the worst, sad. They just isolated me for two week, no medication, nothing just to bear with the pain.
Only person emailing was my wife morning, afternoon, and evening. Some days hour on the hour. Some days I was even scared to close my eyes thinking I wasn’t going to wake up.
I watch the news faithfully every day. A lot of healthy people died so I felt my days numbered. But I overcame it, I feel better today. But not soon after my wife and kids caught COVID-19.
It was heartbreaking knowing I couldn’t help her nor our kids. I felt weak as a man. Crying and crying, begging the Lord to protect my family, and everyone recovered. We’re all feeling better but the feeling of being distant, it hurts.
And I know the love between us has only grew strong and made us realize it’s very lonely on both sides.
