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I didn’t think it would come to this. But it did and here I am preparing to spend my first winter, my first Christmas on the streets in Brighton.
Just one year ago I was living with my partner in a nice house, we were happy and life was good. My partner and I ran our own business and we lived life to the full but when he was involved in a car accident which left him fighting for his life everything started to go wrong.
Paul was in hospital for six months after the accident and I was by his side as much as I could be. Of course the business suffered and by the time Paul came home we were in arrears and the business had suffered enormously.
Things went from bad to worse as the stress of everything started to tear us apart. Paul left me and I was left to try and sort out the mess but it was too late. Our house was repossessed. It was our family home that we had both been so happy in.
I couldn’t come to terms with everything I had lost, it really was devastating. With no one to turn to I found myself homeless and sleeping on the streets in Brighton. That first night on the street was the worst night of my life. I was and still am so scared and need to find a way out but I don’t know where to start.
First Base has been like a god send. The staff have given me hope where I had none. The groups have been a really good way for me to forget about everything for a while as well as helping me to build my confidence and find the strength to fight this awful situation that I have found myself in.
I hope that by this time next year and I am sharing a much more positive story with you all.