broken by the system

facing false accusations

The system wasn’t satisfied with just taking my children. They needed to justify their actions, so they began to pile on more false accusations. Each new claim was more ridiculous than the last. I was accused of neglect, drug use, and even emotional abuse. Every time I heard about a new allegation, it felt like another stab in the heart. I had worked so hard to change my life, to stay sober, to provide for my children. And yet, they were trying to paint me as a monster.I knew these claims weren’t true, and I had the evidence to prove it. I had passed every drug test, completed every required program, and had documentation to back it all up. But the system didn’t care about the truth—they cared about keeping control. Every new accusation meant another delay, another obstacle to overcome.It was exhausting, constantly having to defend myself against lies. But I refused to let them break me. I knew the truth, and I knew that eventually, the truth would come out. I just had to hold on and keep fighting, no matter how hard it got.

they were not going to get me or my children everever