Justice for R and F

691 days ago, my babies were taken from the only family they ever knew. No abuse. No neglect. No findings of unfitness. Just lies, retaliation, and a court that never was going to treat my family fairly.  An injury that we couldn’t explain, which overshadowed an entire life of goodness.

For two years, I’ve been dragged through the hell of Pasco dependency court. I’ve been denied due process, threatened, and forced to watch strangers make life-altering decisions—without ever meeting me or my children. Almost all of them, in fact. 

They blocked every move I made. With intimidation, threats. With lies. They appointed a GAL who never met us except for once, in a park, for about 5 minutes. The GAL and state attorney sat in front of a judge and spewed so many lies that it made my head spin. They’ve denied a baby access to her own mother based on nothing but the opinion of an unqualified stranger, without even meeting any of us. the confirmation bias was their entire case. There had never been any accusations of abuse/neglect, ever. I was a beacon of help for all of my other friends who had kids and I personally taught them gentle parenting, the Montessori Methods, and so much more. I was a community member who was always available when a parent needed help.

I have never tested positive for drugs, and I have a normal psychological evaluation. Every single person who actually met us was on our side. Even the first case worker testified on my behalf and is my friend now.

The court refused to acknowledge this during trial. not a single shred of direct evidence or accusations towards me personally. If I had been given trial in a court that was not corrupt I have no doubt I would’ve won. We walked out of there thinking we had a really good chance. I didn’t know how corrupt the system was, I knew it was, but to this degree… mind-blowing.

This isn’t just my story—it’s my son’s. He lost his mother. His family. His stability. And they don’t care. But I do. And I come with receipts, upon receipts. Every photo. Every transcript. Every order. Every lie. They threaten me to stay silent but how do you stay silent when your children are kidnapped? I am exposing the truth. For my son, for my daughter who lost a mother, who was taken away from me at 51 days old. for my family who lost a nephew, grandson, cousin. For every family they’ve torn apart. I will fight until the day I die. 

I am speaking out. No one is going to fight for my child like I will. I just cannot do it alone. I should not have let them intimidate me and terrify me and silence me. People with absolute, unchecked power are terrifying and intimidating and they know it. Their power comes from not being held accountable for the evil they are committing.

691 days without my kids. 691 days without their laughter echoing through the house. Without their little hands reaching for mine, without making fishy faces through windows, pounding footsteps along hallways. Without their parents kissing them goodnight. 691 days of mourning my sweet boy and my sweet baby girl. They’re still alive, and I mourn. (As far as I know. No one will even tell me if they’re okay.)

I am a good Mother. I come with receipts on that. Five years of proof, photos and videos showing that my son lived the best damn life we could give him. Thousands of photos. Hundreds of videos. The work and sweat we put in to give them a better life, A good, kind, happy, vibrant life. 

Please keep me in your prayers, it has been over two years since my babies have been kept from us with no contact. I lost my case in a corrupt court with all evidence I presented being ignored completely and a nationally renowned doctor being called “not credible” because the judge didn’t want to hear it.  I have seven days left to find an appeal lawyer and I probably won’t be able to. I’ve spent over 80,000$ trying to get my babies safe and home and I have nothing left. My state appointed lawyer dropped me. Either he didn’t want to do the work or he is corrupt too. He talked to me for about 9 minutes, once. The average cost of an appeal lawyer is another 20-30k. I have nothing. I think they drained me dry for this specific purpose.  

I’ll keep fighting as long as I can but I can’t do it on my own and I dont have a lot left. It’s pretty much over for me but it won’t stop me from making hundreds of calls and begging anyone I can find for help. 

Once that deadline passes it’s over. 

It already kind of feels like it is. They trained me into living in grief. A form of long form torture. Taking away everything bit by bit, by bit. 

I am empty, I think. But I’ll still keep fighting as long as I can.