I know I look victimized and forlorn here in the picture but don’t believe it. I put myself here. Isolation is something we choose. I remove myself from interaction because I prefer to be alone. I actually like it in here. I have a cot to sleep on and they bring me my food. Not the best in the world, but I don’t have to buy it or prepare it. The best part is, I don’t have to interact with anyone. I don’t have to pay attention; I don’t have to be responsible for anything; I don’t have to care about anyone. I don’t have to figure out how I fit into a wider plan. I’ve already got the plan; it’s to stay right here indefinitely. I don’t have to find my place in the world; I’ve already found it. It’s here in isolation. I’m not a part of anyone or anything.
If I continue this way, I will eventually die in here, shut up entirely inside myself. That would be tragic in light of what I could have done and who I could have been — for my family, for the community, for the church, for the world. Instead, I’m just a number.
You have to decide if you want this. Do you want to leave nothing but a number in a cell, or do you want to leave a mark? Do you want to change some lives? Do you want to bring some hope to people? Do you want to be the cause of someone’s happiness? Then you need to get up and walk out right now, Fischer. You put yourself in there, you can get yourself out. There are no locks on those bars. Oh, we try and tell ourselves there are so we can have an excuse for staying in isolation, but in fact, we can walk out any time we want. This is a free and open prison, carefully designed to look like you’re here for life.
Come on, you jerk, walk out, grab her and hold her tight. Look what you’ve got! She’s your ticket out, man. Quit being so selfish and so stupid. There are all kinds of people out there and you can be a part of their lives. Some may even love you. But start with your wife, there. She’s the one you know loves you in spite of what a fool you are. You’re just lucky she’s still there; but she’s getting tired of visiting you in solitary. She’s getting tired of not getting anything back. I wouldn’t let this go one more day.