For most people, I imagine the word “homelessness” conjurers up images of the bedraggled man or woman begging on the street, or huddling in a shop door way to hide from the rain. Images of being unkempt, assumptions of alcoholics and drug addicts. Certainly from conversations in years gone by that was the impression I got from friends and colleagues. People were homeless due to their own actions or wrong doings.
The truth is so often far from that.
What about the person inside? They must have had a family, a life, a home, a job at some point. To blame drugs or alcohol or both is, in my opinion, too easy.