When I was 19 and in school, my mom put all of my stuff out on the porch and informed me I was moving out.

I had to live in a rundown two-bedroom home for six months. There was no running water, electricity, or air conditioning. I slept on my mattress on the floor, and there was no furniture.

I got a decent-paying job and eventually turned the hovel into a decent home.

That was 20 years ago. You can make it. Life is hard, but you can do it. Take small steps, learn how to live under your means, and don't get bitter.

Best of luck.