I started counselling several months ago. G and Christine come to my housing site to run group workshops and one-on-one sessions a few times a month.

It’s nice to be listened to, to hear what others have to say when we’re sharing.

The counsellors are really friendly. I’ve never felt like they’re invading my space. Their approach is to ask, “How are you doing?” and let me take the lead.

I haven’t been to a counsellor in ages. The fact that this program is free and that they come to my home makes it so much easier to see them. Honestly, I don’t think I’d go through the trouble of making an appointment or showing up if I had to go out in the world for counselling.

It’s really important for me to be able to talk. Like, who else am I going to say these things to? I find I can talk to them about almost everything, no matter how dark it is. I can say it out loud. For instance, if I’m having difficulties with another resident or someone in my life, I can talk about that, get it out of my system, and cope better. They help me figure out what to say or do in conflict. Learn to set boundaries. Give me direction.

I can also talk to them about the good things. Recently, one of my sons reached out to me for the first time in years, and I was really overwhelmed.

I was homeless for four years before moving into housing. It’s something I talk about a lot in counselling. I’m grateful to be here, with all these supports, just knowing that another human cares about what I have to say.

When I was homeless, I was alone. There was nothing there for me. Now, with the help of counselling, I don’t feel so alone. I feel empowered, like: I’ve got this. The sessions get me back to thinking rationally, to knowing there’s hope. I’m back on track, and I know I’m moving forward.

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