A Place I Could Call My Home

“I have come a long way. In Ireland I have neither family nor permanent home. Back in Africa, a place of mine that I left in 2006, I was tortured and still struggle with some post traumatic stress disorders symptoms, including hyper vigilance, mistrust, withdrawal and loneliness. I am unable to move in on my own. I walk with crutches.

Due to this condition, of which I am always aware, I always look for an adequate place to stay; a place where I feel safe and protected, a place where I live with friendly and supportive people. Indeed I always need that will not complicate further my life, considering my limited mobility and my emotional disturbances. I need enough space for doing physical and emotional exercises to recover.

I did not knock at many doors before I referred to Sophia who offered me comfortable apartment in their compound. In the gorgeous sitting room or at the balcony, I relaxed or occupied myself with readings after enjoying the delicious food that I always prepared to respond to my needs and my choices. Although I was less experienced in yoga and meditation, I was unable to resist the attractive Wisdom Centre. I usually went in the centre for more relaxation and meditation. I came out revitalised.

Imagine the social settings that welcomed me in Sophia Housing. Oh! Where else would I have found a mixture of individuals of all ages and varied backgrounds who lived as peaceful as the dove? Welcoming, story tellers, creative, affectionate, cheerful and caring, the management and the resident of the compound was a community that gave me no chance to feel lonely or hide in my box; it was a community with which I felt safe until the hyper-vigilance and mistrust vanished.”

Today I live in another sort of accommodation, and I still miss the Sophia Housing that I left along Cork Street in May 2010.