I was 18 years old with a baby and another on the way. Never touched drugs a day in my life till the day the father of my children begged me to try cocaine just once so I knew how it felt. All it took was one time to get hooked, and boy was I. My family turned on me and we ended up in the court system. Child protective Services was called on me because my family was in fear of my children's lives. Sometime after my second child was born, their?father and i?had been on a horrible month long binge. I was not allowed to see them until I checked myself into rehab, I was terrified. It took my child's father beating me on my son's second birthday, which I missed, for me to realize I wanted out and needed help. I checked into rehab the next day. Don't get me wrong the road I went down was much more difficult then it sounds. I went to rehab twice, the first time was a joke to me, the second time I actually listened and tried. I wanted to do everything I could to get my kids and my life back, and I did. For weeks I had to participate in court ordered out patient services, family violence counseling, drug court, groups, parenting classes, and meet my goal of getting a full time job and my own place to live. I achieved everything I set my mind to. The road to recovery was hard, I relapsed one time, caught myself, and brought myself back to reality. Support from my family, friends, and everyone?involved with the rehab and cps and drug court helped me get through it all, seeing my kids smiling faces is what makes it all worth it. Their dad is still in and out of prisons and on and off drugs, but to this day I have been clean for almost 6 years and still counting. I love my life clean and sober. Thank God for everyone he put here for me.