And so it begins: Mother of an Incarcerated Son

If you have read any of my most recent blogs you know my son has gone back to prison. My last visit with him, in county, was a tough one and getting my first letter from prison was just as tough. It saddened me greatly as I looked upon that envelope and saw those same numbers that I had seen so many times before. As a matter of fact, for five years between 2009-2014. I seriously never thought I would be going through this again. Did I set my standards too high for him? That is what a parent is supposed to do right? Well, maybe I should not have done that because now I wouldn't be as disappointed ... maybe. Anyway, none of the correspondence from him has been good. He is extremely down, depressed and it shows via his words. This is a concern for me, a huge concern. His mental health means nothing to the prison system so anything he has been diagnosed with prior to going in that place will mean NOTHING to those corrections officers and wardens. I just want him to be safe, as safe as possible, while in that dreadful place.

This picture is a great depiction of how I feel each time he gets in trouble.