She fled with nothing but her children and fear in her chest. This letter tells the story of leaving abuse, facing the unknown, and still losing custody to her abuser.

She remembers the day the judge’s words changed everything. Walking out of court empty-handed, she thought her story was over. This letter shares her journey of reclaiming her identity as a mother after losing custody.

Addiction stole years of her life and her children’s presence, but recovery gave her a second chance. This letter tells the messy, honest story of falling, standing up again, and proving that change is real.

She watched strangers drive her children away and thought she would never breathe again. This letter is her testimony of showing up, fighting through the pain, and refusing to let the system define her motherhood.

It all begins with an idea.