So I met a girl today who was 18. She has been a drug addict, don't really know if she still is. She is homeless. She had a house once but some people stole her keys, copied them and started squatting in her house so the council took the house back. Her stuff has been set on fire on a number of occasions. She needs £15 a night for a B&B that don't always give the breakfast. She has depression and an eating disorder. She has a child but not in her care. She's been raped while living on the streets. She has friends who smoke crack in the presence of thier babies, leave them to cry and leave needles hanging around the lounge. She told social services and no longer has these friends. Her sister died when she was about 17. Today she was crying because no one had stopped and those that did were calling her a dirty druggy. She gets benefit but she's had so many crisis loans that by the time the repayments are taken off her weekly amount, she gets about £20 a week. She met someone a couple of weeks ago who told her about God. He prayed with her and she talked to God for the first time and since then (other than today) things have been looking up. Her only dream is that she will get a house again so she can have her child back and be a mother again.