Sitting in the dayroom of a prison… that’s when you got a real problem on your hands. Most of y’all out here stressing over WiFi being slow, your check hitting late, or who liked your post. That ain’t a problem. A problem is sitting in a concrete dayroom, staring at a clock, waiting for shift change like that clock got your future in a chokehold. A problem is fantasizing about a weekend you ain’t even guaranteed… replaying the same “what ifs” and “maybe laters” on repeat. A problem is wondering