Crossing into the main room of the shelter, I plastered a fake smile on my face. Over ninety women and children were watching us as we made our way to the steel door that led to the outside intake area. Normally, we weren’t this packed, but over the last few weeks, we’d had intake after intake come in. In fact, I’d had to turn away multiple people due to lack of space. Every time I was forced to say no it sent me spiraling. Depression. Anxiety. I suffered from both.
