My war didn't begin in a courtroom. It began in 2019, when I finally broke free from the domestic violence that nearly destroyed me. I rebuilt my life from the ashes, believing the hardest battle was behind me. I thought I had finally won safety for my girls.
I was wrong.
In 2023, my youngest, Halo, was born with Down syndrome and a heart defect. I was prepared for her medical needs, but I wasn't prepared to be punished for them. CPS accused me of medical neglect before I even brought her home. The system took a mother who had already fought through hell to survive and turned her into a target.
Then they came for the others-Kaylee, Avery, and Catalina. They didn't care that I was a survivor. They buried my truth under red tape, twisting my story into a weapon against me.
I refuse to let them finish what the violence started.
My writing isn't polished-it's raw, gritty, and vivid because that is what survival looks like. My art is loud because silence is exactly what abusers and the system count on. I am documenting every scar and every victory.
I won't stop until my children are home and the truth is heard.
I am the Momma of Home Sweet Halo. And the truth always finds a way.