Being at The Dwelling Place has opened my eyes and made me a stronger person. Before I used to close my eyes and hope my problems would go away. And I was afraid to speak up for myself.
The Dwelling Place is not a hotel where people come and go. There are rules that help us live together. And there are parties to help us play together. The workers keep the house clean and the meals are hot and plentiful. When things are hard for me and I am out all day keeping appointments and helping others, I look forward to the evenings when I can return to this place I call “home” for now.
The Sisters and all of the workers at The Dwelling Place are like my Guardian Angels preventing me from being on the street with nowhere to go. These Guardian Angels are helping me find a little place of my own. And when I do move out, I know I will leave a little piece of my heart behind.
*The names and photos of all of the women in these stories have been changed to protect their privacy.
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