I always feel so alone, and this makes me feel more so.

It’s early hours, cold and wet, inhospitable, and I am sat with all I own in two holdalls in a place that isn’t the safest, with no one caring where I am or what happens to me. I am almost twenty-nine years old and invisible in the world. It’s pretty pitiful.

Emotions take a nosedive as my cold bug takes over in the dark, cool air, and I get a swimming head once more. Sniffing hard and coughing until my lungs burn, and ...