Kicked Out at 18 – Trying to Build a New Life

Getting kicked out at 18 wasn’t something I ever thought would actually happen, but it did—and it happened fast. One argument turned into something way bigger, and before I knew it, I was being told to leave. There was no real warning, no conversation about it being temporary or about where I’d go. Just “you need to go.” I packed what I could, mostly in trash bags, and walked out without a plan. Luckily, one of my close friends stepped in and let me stay with her for the time being. I’m seriously grateful for that, but living with someone else like this, even someone I trust, comes with a weird mix of guilt and pressure. I don’t want to feel like I’m in the way, and I’m constantly reminding myself this isn’t a permanent solution. I’m welcome here for now, but I know I can’t stay forever.

Trying to get on my feet without any real support or financial backup has been overwhelming. I’ve got a part-time job, and I’m doing what I can to stay afloat, but everything is so expensive. Groceries, transportation, personal things—it all adds up so fast. I’m constantly checking apartment listings, hoping to find something I can afford, but it’s hard when landlords want things like proof of stable income or a certain credit score. Half the time I don’t even meet the basic requirements to apply. I’m trying to save, but with what I make, it feels like I’m just barely keeping up. It’s frustrating to want to be independent and responsible, but feel like the system is built to keep people like me stuck. I’ve had moments where I just sit in silence, not knowing what else to do—but I always get up the next day and keep trying.

Still, as hard as it is, I’m learning a lot about myself through all of this. I’ve never had to manage so much on my own before, and even though it’s been rough, I’m still standing. I’m learning how to budget, how to ask for help without feeling ashamed, how to push through even when I feel completely drained. I’ve been looking into other job opportunities and checking out housing programs that might give me a better shot at getting into my own place. It’s not easy, and I know there’s still a long road ahead, but I haven’t lost hope. I want more than just survival—I want stability, peace, and a space that’s actually mine. And even though it’s taking time, I know I’ll get there eventually.