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I lost custody of my daughter due to drugs and the justice system

For many, being a person in recovery means something different. For me, this means that since January 2019, I have lived a life full of meaning and resilience. But that came at a huge cost: losing custody of my child.

Ironically, my substance use disorder began at birth. At 29, I had a partner, a job, a house and had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl. What should have been the happiest time of my life turned into a fight to save it.

After the birth, I was prescribed anesthetics by my gynecologist. What I thought was a necessary healing measure turned out to be the source of years of devastating consequences for me and my family.