The journey out was as harrowing, confusing, and exhausting and seemingly endless as the journey in. Although the officer met me at the hospital offering that to move me to a secret location and set me up with all kinds of supports if I gave a video statement about...

It was when my mum came to visit me in Ottawa that she noticed something was wrong instantly. Bear in mind I had painted a picture to her: of me having finally gotten my life together, an apartment, a boyfriend... I made it seem like I had it all together when we...

Love. I just wanted love. I refused to acknowledge how traumatized I was, or what I was doing with my life. I drank every day, and smoked $100 worth of weed per week, sometimes more, while living at my dad's place. I dealt with none of my trauma. I wanted to believe I...

The next time I was trafficked was after leaving jail. I tried to work on my recovery again first though; I worked with withdrawal management, went to groups and all kinds of recovery-based programs, and nothing really worked. I ended up missing dancing at clubs,...

If you're following along on the adventure that is my life, then welcome to the part where I make a LOT of mistakes. Let's start at the beginning. So here I am, I've just run away from the man who had been trafficking me for the last few weeks to a strip club in...

    With my sickness and mental health spiraling even more, and no results coming from doctors, my mum and I reached our wits end and decided to give the one last possible option a shot - that this sickness was actually caused from stress or anxiety. So...

2010 brought with it a car accident, and then 2012' brought with it a pregnancy. These are two major events that shaped my life completely. When my mum got out of the Penetanguishene mental health hospital, she was stabilized on medications that were working for her,...

My sister and I had been homeschooled, private schooled, and in the Catholic as well as the public school systems by the time I was 11 or 12 years old. My mum decided to buy a house for us in Collingwood because we were bussed everywhere from Glenn Huron, where we...

When I was a child, my family moved around a LOT. I was born in Kingston, we were living in Delta at the time. Then my parents bought a converted church in Flesherton and we moved there. From there we moved to England, and then British Columbia. Then we came back to...

Before coming to SafeHope Home, I had been to over 30 or 40 therapists in my life, probably more than that actually. Not a single one had been successful in even gaining my trust, let alone helping me with any problems. The trauma therapist at SHH was the very first...