Why am I homeless? I am 58-years-old, and as I look back for the answer to that question, I see my life spiraling out of control. A while back I started to feel down. I never felt that way before. Soon after I could not pay my bills. I wouldn’t take calls and I didn’t want to see anyone. One day I passed out on a train and was admitted to St. Vincent’s Hospital. It was there that I learned I was suffering from depression and showed the beginnings of Alzheimer’s Disease.
On top of this, my family couldn’t understand my problem. Why couldn’t I just “pull myself together” and get on with life? But I knew it wasn’t that easy.
The social worker referred me to The Dwelling Place. My family was totally against me going into a shelter. When I went to be interviewed at The Dwelling Place, the Sisters saw how upset I was about my family and called them. They tried to explain the ongoing support I needed and why The Dwelling Place offered just that.
I have been at The Dwelling Place for a while now. Being here has really helped me. I am with people who understand my situation. I take my medication regularly and attend St. Vincent’s Outpatient Program. I’m beginning to take control of my life again and my family as I come to understand why I need to be here right now.
*The names and photos of all of the women in these stories have been changed to protect their privacy.