My name is Marilyn and I have a story to tell…

Just before she turned 19, Marilyn Peters found herself without a place to live. She made her way from Nanaimo to Vancouver, where she had stayed with her brother for eight months. She had no income or social assistance, and had nothing but the clothes on her back. “I had no idea what I was going to do or where to start,” said Marilyn.

The one thing that comforted her was alcohol. “It was the only thing I found that would make me happy at that time,” said Marilyn. She began to drink heavily and found herself on the street.
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