My name is Amanda and I’m 28 years old and last night I stayed at kind of a friend’s house.
I became homeless because a year and a half ago I had, like, a mental breakdown.
Before I was homeless I was a front office manager at the Sheraton hotel. I used to work a really good job and make a lot of money. I supported a family… and a man.
It’s been a challenge. No, it’s been a real challenge. Especially with mental health. Cuz every time you are on a new medication there are side effects and it takes months and months for medications to work and because being homeless when you forget to turn in small paperwork then they cut you off everything and you are back to square one again. Here, there, everywhere. Anywhere from a stranger’s house to no house, under a bridge, in a park, at the CHUM in a shelter, in a van.