Will there be anything left of me when I leave this New Mexico prison?

Will there be anything left of me when I leave this New Mexico prison?

(Photo by Getty Images)Next to me, on his bunk, I sense my cellie straighten his body. I can’t read his face, but his frantic murmurs suggest night terrors.   I came to prison at age 15, after being tried as an adult for first-degree murder. Nearly 30 years later, I still wonder if I’ll survive the terrors of incarceration and all they’ve done to me. Chief among these consequences? My diminished capacity to humanize and be responsive to the feel…