From Addict to Successful Mother

Updated: Dec 20, 2021


First, I just want to thank God for waking me up clean this morning and giving me the opportunity to share my story with you. I'll just start by saying, "Hi. I'm Kayla. I was a drug addict." Since I was 16 I've always liked messing around with drugs. You name it, I've done it. I went through stages with different drugs: Weed, Xanax, alcohol, pain pills, etc. I was using more than just occasionally, but never really considered myself an addict—I was.

Once I tried heroin, it became my best friend. Heroin quickly became my everything. I no longer cared about myself, my family, my friends, my job, my appearance or how I made others feel. I didn’t even care about my children. Of course I loved my kids and knew what I needed to do and should do, but I was so deep in the grip of my addiction that I couldn't stop even for my kids. Now that’s a powerful grip. Heroin ruined my life. I lied, stole, cheated—anything to get my next one, even if it meant hurting someone I loved in the process (which I did a lot.) I lost everything along the way. I sold everything I had for nothing -- even sentimental things I can never replace.

After a couple years, CPS (Child Protective Services) knocked on my door. They didn’t think I was fit to take care of my daughter anymore. "What's wrong with them?" That's what I was thinking. "How could they take my child? She’s well taken care of." That was my mentality. They took her—that’s what I would say. In reality, I abandoned her. I wasn’t being a parent. I wasn’t putting her first.

The next two years brought even more heartache to my family. I felt like everyone had given up on me and were waiting for that dreadful phone call that I had overdosed. Most of my family wouldn't talk to me because they couldn’t stand to see me in the shape I