Imagine actually being homeless. Imagine how hard that would be. Like, seriously. You don’t have a bed, or any food, or a mug of hot chocolate, or your teddy bear. You have 14 pence, a thin cotton blanket, a park bench, and a patched coat. It’s February, and it’s a few degrees south of freezing. No one really cares about your situation - if you ad anyone who cared, anywhere to go to you’d be there with them. But you don’t so you aren’t. People walk past you with looks on their face that tells you that, though they feel sorry for you, they are also disgusted. Some cross the street to avoid you. The police actively chase you away from any actual shelter; any subways that have a centigrade or two higher temperature than outside. Now, imagine how that actually feels. Unless you’ve gone through it, you really can’t. I know I can’t.
Some people who have gone through it, so don’t need to imagine it, have shared their stories. Here they are: