When I was in prison, I was placed in segregation a few times. Fortunately, I was never in there for very long. It was a most unpleasant experience. But after I got out of the cage, I realized that I was stronger than I thought that I was and that I had survived the worst that the prison could do to me.
But I still don't like being alone for long periods of time.
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle and here is my spout. Every time I steam up, I give a shout. Just tip me over and pour me out.