I have been sofa surfing for several years after making the decision to move out of my family home. I was then told I had to leave the most recent place I was staying. My boyfriend and I ended up sleeping in my car for months. The hardest part of this situation wasn't just having to going through it, but also having to act like everything was fine. I hid my difficulties from everyone. This was mentally draining.
It fills me with hope knowing that people are willing to help me. To know that there is still accessible support, no matter how dark and horrible the situation is. I think moving into my own property will be refreshing. I can’t wait to come home from a hard day's work and to feel at peace when I walk through the door. To have a single place where I can eat and sleep rather than wondering where I am going to rest my head at night or when my next meal will be. This constant worry meant that I could never be happy.
I’d like to think of this as just the beginning of my journey. My next goal is to get a house with a mortgage in the local area close to my work. I’m also hoping to go on a few training courses with the aim of getting a promotion.