The reason why I ended up in a place like this
is because I did have a flat of my own, had a really, really good job, was doing well for myself.
Unfortunately my ex-boyfriend was abusive towards me and there was an issue of violence.
So, I had to leave.
I ended up with no money in the end because he completely emptied my bank account.
So I ended up staying in a room like this in a hotel - well, if you can call it a hotel.
I'd never actually experienced anything like this before. It was a shock for me.
The noises you used to hear from other rooms
and the drunken yobs running up and down the hallway,
people trying to open your door when you were in bed at night
and rummaging through your clothes.
You get men loitering around the hostels waiting for young girls to come out.
Everyone's really vulnerable in there.
I just feel sorry for anybody else that has to go through this.
I kept myself going by the fact that I didn't want
to be dragged down to my ex-boyfriend's level.
I didn't want him to basically get the best of me.
I didn't want to be stereotyped as a drug abuser or an alcoholic...
or a prostitute.
I wanted to get out of it and do well for myself.
I've got a job at the moment - trainee accountant and credit controller.
It's not the best of wages because I'm only training at the moment,
but it's something to work towards for the future.
I'm actually seeing somebody else now, so I'm doing well for myself.