I didn’t plan on becoming homeless in February and March last year, the last few months of my undergraduate degree, but a family breakdown meant that I left my family home abruptly with no plan and nowhere to go.
At first, I tried to pretend as if nothing had happened. I attended university in the day and drove to a free public car-park and curled up in a ball in the back seat of my little Renault at night. I would lie in the freezing cold, too terrified to close my eyes and barely able to sleep. In the morning, I felt disgusting and would shower in the university library and walk to classes as if everything was fine. I remember feeling as if everyone was looking at me and knew my secret – that I was homeless.
