The Official Loss For eight years, I lived a double life. Then came a simple traffic stop, two forgotten syringes, and the cold snap of handcuffs. In an instant, I wasn't just a mother or a friend anymore—I was a Level 6 Felon. Today, I have to sign over the title to my car just to get our belongings back. I’m trading my last piece of independence for garbage bags filled with my daughter’s clothes and memories. The guilt is a brick in my chest that I can't breathe around. I’m losing my car today, but the truth is, I lost myself a long time ago. Today just made it official. I don't have the answers yet, but I’m done hiding. This is the real cost of addiction.