I walked into the hospital to give birth, but the woman I was never left. Because there was meth in my system, my humanity was stripped away. I was ignored while hemorrhaging, dismissed while screaming, and ultimately cut open while fully conscious. I felt every slice of the blade as the doctors joked and butchered me, later accusing me of overdosing when my body was actually shutting down from neglect. I survived, but only by waking up in a version of reality that feels fractured and strange. This is a story of medical abuse, addiction stigma, and the silent punishment of mothers who are left to bleed because they were deemed "unworthy" of care. I am the one who made it out to tell the truth. "They didn't see a patient; they saw an addict. And they let me die for it."