I will survive, I always survive. But I thought that the period of my life of just adapting and surviving was over, I thought that I finally had some stability... A safe place that I could retreat too when things were too much and a person who I could always rely on.
But in August we lose our flat, and due to a long list of circumstances we cannot get anywhere else. My partner’s dad has offered for him to move in with him, but I am not welcome. I told my partner to move in there as there is no point us both being homeless, but where does this leave me? So on Thursday he is moving to London, and I have this flat (alone) until August with no one, no support, nothing. So I need to follow to London as he is the only thing I have...
But I have no job, and noone who is willing to be a guarantor. Applying for council housing, but apparently unlike to get anything. Got a few more forms so can apply to different regions, but according to a self-assessment thing I did online I only score about 100 points and most people get 300-400...
I’ve been to CAS and rung several places but not really found much help... they all keep going on about “local connections” and stuff and I don’t really have any to anywhere...
Currently I am no DLA but that is my only income, I applied for ESA over 5 months ago and I’m still waiting (rung them several times but just keep being told to keep waiting).
Since I was 16 my accommodation situation has been constantly messed up... but for the last year it's been fairly stable, actually had somewhere and wasn't constantly terrified of losing it. But now back to uncertainty.
Keep having nightmares about a few years ago when I was on the streets, I know it's not certain that I will be back on them again but I am so scared of the possibility... It's not the lack of food or a shower or anything that scares me, it's the lack of a safe secure place...
And I am scared of living alone too... I'm scared that my partner will realise that he is better off without me and leave me. Scared that I won't be able to cope alone. But at the same time part of me wants it to happen, part of me relishes the fact that I will essentially be able to self-destruct unhindered, that I will be able to restrict and cut without being scared of hurting my partner.
