For me, it was relying on the goodwill of friends’ parents, sleeping in cars and wandering around town centres until the early hours in a bid to stay awake.
Not long after my sixteenth birthday, I left home involuntarily after my family relationship broke down.
For the first few months, I crashed on friends’ bedroom floors and on a camp bed in my boyfriend’s conservatory after his mum reluctantly agreed to help.
The nights when I had nowhere to go would be spent walking around town centres and jumping on and off the Metrolink, hoping that the ticket inspectors weren’t on shift.
I secured a dubious ‘commission only’ sales job and found a room in a house share.
This didn’t last long due to the sporadic low payments, and I found myself once again facing homelessness.
I went back to ‘sofa surfing’ and slept in friends’ cars (I wasn’t even old enough to drive myself) before presenting to the council, who found me accommodation.
The Greater Manchester council estate I’d grown up on was notoriously ‘rough’, but I made plenty of friends there – until my parents separated when I was around 11 and years of instability followed.
We bounced from one private rented house to another, even ending up in a domestic abuse refuge for a while.
This meant sharing a bedroom with my parent and two siblings, and a living room, bathroom and kitchen with complete strangers.
In the background, I struggled my way through high school, leaving with three GCSEs and no career path ahead of me.
Instead, I worked night shifts in a care home and various retail jobs to make ends meet.
By the time I was in my mid-20s, I found myself back in the same situation when my own marriage ended, and I had nowhere to go, once again relying on the kindness of others to try and find my feet with nothing but a cheap used car and a few bags of personal possessions to my name.
Even now, more than two decades later, the insecurity and fear of not having a place to call home all those years ago have stayed with me.
It’s almost impossible to think about the future, about building a career and ‘improving’ your situation while living in survival mode and fighting daily to retain any shred of dignity.
Those who don’t know my past are often surprised to learn of it, given that I’m now a middle-aged homeowner with a full-time job and secure family life.
But that’s the point – it really can happen to anyone.
Newsquest Media Group, which owns titles across the UK, including this one, has chosen Centrepoint as its charity of the year.
Centrepoint is the UK’s leading youth homelessness charity, supporting more than 16,000 people aged 16 to 25 into housing and employment each year.
My own experience took place in a time prior to mobile phones or accessible internet.
I only wish I had known about fantastic support services like this that are making a real difference to the lives of young people.
Richard Duggan, Regional Editor North West, will join our colleagues across the region in supporting Centrepoint’s campaign to end youth homelessness by 2037.
Richard, who oversees titles including The Bolton News, Lancashire Telegraph, The Oldham Times, Bury Times and The Messenger, will swap his warm bed for a night outdoors at the end of February.
You can donate to the fundraising link here.
While the event does not aim to replicate homelessness, it does help to raise awareness and vital funds for those without a safe place to sleep.
Stories like mine are sadly not uncommon, and there must be support in place for those who need it.
Find out how you can help on the Centrepoint website and social media channels.