I've done a little solitary in military prison. No more than a week at a time though, on two occasions. It's all about piling on anxiety and taking firm ground

I've done a little solitary in military prison. No more than a week at a time though, on two occasions. It's all about piling on anxiety and taking firm ground from under your feet. See before solitary you'd be in prison, you'd have your cell/tent mates around you; and though you're still being run around campus from 5:30AM to 11:30PM by the tired guards, you're suffering the drab food, the constant boot-camp, the fact you have nothing interesting to do at all or any personal time to do it at; but you're in it with the whole unfortunate/unruly bunch of your peers that you can relate to more or less. Not so in solitary. In solitary you have no natural light, no company; they get to you when they get around to it (food or medical-wise), there's always some sicko screaming at the guards from behind his own cell door, kicking it. They don't turn off the lights ever, if they find you messing with your 'bed' that is not at a designated time, or just out of the blue sometimes – you'll get some personal time (a bootcamp and possibly a beating). It isn't at all like they leave you alone. They do not. The guards don't have any 'personal time' either, you see. They are on the job. And their job is to a) keep you alive and awake, b) make your life miserable, and c) keep you in line; in that order. They do shifts, and their job is to keep your head in prison. You stand no chance. And you know it every minute of being there.