The next morning I had woken up as usual and got ready for work. I was broke and needed money not only for bills and food, but for the upcoming attorney fees that I was bond to collect.
As I am sitting there at work, my cellphone rings and it's Jason. I answer the phone as I am walking back to the girls dressing room to escape the sound of loud music.
The words that came out of his mouth was words that I never thought that I would hear. My mom had said I had assaulted her and was on drugs and all kinds of stuff. She tried to say that I was abusive to Jason and pretty much beat the hell out of him. I was an alcoholic, crackhead, coke addict, you name it, I was listed as one. She had went and filed an mental health warrant on me.
Jason had told me that the sheriff's office just left, and I began to freak out after he said he explained what really occurred between my mom and me, and they said regardless I would have to go get screened because it was already signed by the judge. I started to think of what the hell I was now going to do. I didn't want to go to jail or a crazy hospital either. Both sounded bad in itself.
Once, I had the clear that the police was no longer at my house I left work and headed for home. To be honest, I had actually contemplated on running, but knew in the end, that would not be a good decision, so I discussed with Jason about turning myself in and getting it over with. Well after kissing my kids and him goodbye, that is just what I did.
That is an experience that I will never forget! I had actually arrived at the hospital and they had me take a seat in the waiting room. I had told them why I was there and that I was turning myself in, and they informed me that the police still had to come because it was a warrant, even though I am actually already there, that they still had to be the ones to take me in on a warrant.
I sat in the emergency room waiting room for over an hour for the police to be able to come and take care of my warrant. They walked inside the hospital emergency room, and because this was the university of Louisville and was in the worst part of downtown, it was packed with people waiting to be seen.
They called my name and I slowly stood up and nervously walked over to the two officers standing waiting on me.
They started to read me my rights, and placed my hands in handcuffs. I could feel the stares from what seemed like millions of eyes. The escorted me into a triage room where they began to explain what all was going on and read me why I had a mental health warrant out against me.
I started crying when the charges were read. I had explained to the officer what I was going through, and said if I would've known that I was going to have to go through this because she is saying I hit her and it left bruises and stuff, that I would've really hit her. I asked them that if I had hit her and she filed charges saying that, then wouldn't there be some kind of evidence of that occurring? Did they photograph her when she said these things? Those questions were never answered and to this day I have never seen a photograph. I never hit her, so I knew if there was a photo then she had faked it like she lied when she made all the accusations that she did,
The officers had me sign some paperwork and they handed me a gown and some slippers and a female officer escorted me to the ladies bathroom and had me change my clothes.
I will admit that once everything began to go on, I was starting to get scared. I had never been through this and the thought about entering into a mental hospital scared the shit out of me. I was worrying about my children. Jason was left to be in charge, and our daughter Kaitlyn was only a week or two old when I was going through this.
As we reached the corner to the mental ward, my stomach was in knots. I felt like I was going to throw up and I was feeling like I was now going to be stuck in a mental hospital never to have freedom again. I was feeling like she was wanting me to go through what my birth mother had went through.
You see, I was taken from my birth mother because she was mentally ill. So when I was now being placed into a mental hospital, I am sure you can begin to understand why I was having these thoughts.
I was placed into what I call, a holding cell as you wait to see the Dr. with a bunch of other people. As a female, I wasn't placed in a room without men. It was like they threw me in there with a bunch of mentally ill men and there was only one other woman, and she was all in the fetal position rocking back and forth.
The other men in the room was talking to themselves and one was without any legs and had said he had been sitting in his wheelchair for hours and was starting to get sores from not being able to be properly moved. I knew then, that I wouldn't have no way of getting out anytime soon. So I grabbed a spot next to the telephone and phoned Jason and checked on the kids and talked to him for as long as I was allowed to. Luckily, I was able to stay on the phone until the doctor called my name.
When she finally did, she had me step into the bathroom which had no door on it whatsoever. I was told that I had to pee in a cup, which I already knew was for a drug screen. I remember asking why she had to watch me and that it wasn't right to make me use a bathroom that was wide open, do door and no walls with the holding cell just a few feet away and there was a glass window which allowed for the patients inside the room to see the bathroom in which I was now standing..
I hurried and filled the cup and we headed to her office to discuss what I was accused of. I quietly said a prayer to God asking for his assistance for the truth to be shown and for be to be given freedom. I had been told as we were approaching her office door, that they had actually already signed off for me to stay for 365 days, My mouth fucking dropped and I began to cry as I thought about my kids and Jason.
I was so thrilled after learning I had to be screened before that was a possibility and they had to speak with someone that could tell them my side of things from a different prespective, so they called Jason's mom. Then after getting the clear to be released and to be cleared as not a drug addict I was able to go home.
I went home and hugged my family a little bit tighter and prayed hard for god to hear my prayer and return my son and allow me to now have this stress no more. As I was getting screened, my son had been returned back to my mother. I couldn't understand why this was happening to me and what I could do. I was running out of options.
** to be continued**
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