When my daughter was 2, we became homeless through no fault of my own, and were homeless for just over 8 months. I had to go on the welfare system, and every penny I had went to put gas in my car (my dad paid the insurance so I could keep it on the road) so I could get around and look for a new place to live, and to feed my daughter. Her needs came first, always
One week, I went seven ENTIRE days without eating any food other than an occassional small 1 ounce bag of potato chips that the people who ran the motel that the welfare system had put us up in gave me because they felt bad for me. I had all the water I could drink, though.
My grandmother took pity on me, and gave me some canned goods, but I had no hotplate and wasn't allowed one in my room, so I opened up a can of Friend's baked beans and ate them cold out of the can with a plastic spoon.
That was the absolute best tasting gourmet meal I ever had in my life - well, it certainly felt that way at the time!
I spent a total of 10 years on welfare, while going to college and getting my AA and BS, and being homeless was the absolute worst of the worst, although I spent as decade being so poor that I had to go to food kitchens and the salvation army to help me feed my child and put clothing on her back.
The only plus side of being that destitute was that I was able to get Pell Grants and easily qualified for financial aid, so I graduated college in 1993 with high honors and owing less than ten grand on student loans. I got my first job in 1994, came off the welfare system, and have been successfully surviving on my own ever since.
Seven days without eating is something no young mother should ever
have to experience. No home, no money, no food - when I look back, I'm amazed at the inner strength that I had. I honestly don't know how I got through it - I just did, I HAD to, for my daughter's sake.