The Jail Cell can be any addiction or an eating disorder.
It is a spot where we are locked in these thoughts and actions that keep feeding the beast/addiction.
My jailer was an eating disorder not once but twice. It was a little harder on the second time because I was touching some deep bottoms of the abyss.
My key was found in two things: My willingness to give it to God and also a great therapist who never backed down from the fight with me and encouraged me when I needed it or lit a fire under neath me when I desperately needed it to get my attention. Although my ED brain may have had a hard time grasping, my logical side kicked in and started fighting against the beast-deceiver-satan. It was a long fight but I feel like my brokeness like that pottery came out stronger with God's help and giving me a great therapist.
Yes I am out of my jail cell, Jesus is the key holder and he sent Miriam to give me that key out. I am grateful for that!
