No subject is off limits, and secrets are safe. A lot of us don't have anyone in our units we trust to talk to. And you have to have an appointment to see a mental health counselor. I haven't seen my counselor in two months because she has been so busy. Some song, some prayer The prison's chapel isn't as ornate as an Episcopal church or as quaint as the congregational church in a small town square.
Tapestries hang on the wall, on opposite sides of lit panels that resemble stained glass.
A row of windows serves as one of the walls, and inmates waiting in the hallway for counseling appointments often gawk at the proceedings inside. There is a movable wooden altar but no pews. Each group that uses the chapel must haul out the plastic chairs stacked along one wall for each service and return them when they're done. A guard sits at a desk outside the windows but can't hear what's said inside. There are few religious artifacts in the room, and those there are intentionally nondescript so none of the various religious groups that use the chapel will find them offensive.