‘They’re Going To Take My Kid’: How I Went From Homeless Convict To Successful Mother

A lot can change in two years. I would know.

Just two years ago, I sat in a treatment facility waiting for a psychiatric drug prescription, careless as the passing minutes slowly wasted away. I had nothing to live for.  The doctor finally returned, and I numbly looked up, unprepared for her explosive revelation: “We’re sending you home on prenatals!” she announced.