the first counselor I ever remember seeing was at my school. I saw her all the time during my lunch and some classes . we were very close. I would run away from my home and go stay with her when things were bad. I also SI and she would talk to me about it but was not her ting either. I did end up living with her and she became my foster mother in a way although I was almost 18. it ended up not being so good because she wanted to be my mother and I wanted her to be my counselor. she ended up having me put in a long term hospital and so on realizing love was not enough to help. glad you have someone to go to like that but be careful ok