TRUE-LIFE
An icy blast hit my face as I crouched in a dark doorway, pulling the three damp coats I had on tighter around me.
‘Any spare change, please?' I whimpered as people went into the 24-hour convenience shop behind me.
It was November 2018, and I was homeless again.
How had my life come to this?
It started when I was just 14, a teenage runaway escaping a miserable home life.
The bad start I'd suffered had taken its toll and I suffered with depression, PTSD and other mental-health issues.
Had no choice but to sign on to disability allowance.
It was only a pittance, though. ‘Impossible to live on,' I groaned
