Ralph is a British citizen in prison in Australia. This is his daily account. 

The day started in the same way it has for the past six years and nine months.

At seven a.m. the prison officers come around to make sure no one is dead. I struggle to wake up as all motivation is gone. I am down to my last ounce of hope. You would think I would be excited about my release from prison with only three months to go, but I am not, as you will see as the day like any other continues.

Seven twenty five a.m. two sirens burst, PA call “Five minutes till master”. Three officers file through one checking IDs that hang around our neck against the master sheet while the other two are in and out of every room checking beds and making sure the room is clean with no damage. All done, now on with the rest of the morning. First medication then Metamacil, vitamins and most important: coffee.

Seven fifty a.m. Ding, ding, ding, PA call, “The master is correct general movement may now commence.” Off to work or whatever we do. At this time I am in education working on my writing skills, well lack of. I am however finding it really hard to concentrate on one thing, my mind goes off in all directions, and so I’m hanging round the unit and cleaning.

I am in Karnet Prison Farm, Western Australia. I have been here about four years. It is a working farm with a dairy, workshops, metal, wood, engineering, signage, laundry, kitchen and abattoirs. It really is not a bad place. If it were not so frustrating dealing with the Prisoners Review Board W.A and the Department of Immigration and border protection, and all the restrictions put on me in prison due to my deportation and many other issues, I may have liked the place. My mental state is not good at all, I just need it to end, to be able to see an end.

Nine thirty a.m. PA call my name. Now what? An officer informs me that I have a video link at eleven fifteen a.m. and all it said on the system is for visiting purposes. It turned out to be a woman from Community Justice Services for an interview for the purpose of a report to go to the Prisoners Review Board of W.A. to see if I will be put on a post sentence supervision order after my full time in prison of seven years. The serving of my full time was due to my two year parole being denied by the Prisoner’s Review Board W.A. based on a 2012 psychological report even though I am being deported. W.A. the nanny state of the world in full swing. The interview lasted one hour. My head was pounding. Every psychologist, every program, every interview for reports brings everything I have done back to me.