There but for the Grace of a Forgiving God go I.
Short version:
I had what I call a “lost year”. I once woke up by the sea wall in New Orleans after my so called friend left me to get a chick.
Literally drove off and left me on the street. I lived on the street for two days before someone I barely knew wired me the money for a bus ticket back home. I never called my parents for help.
Finally got my crap back together and got a job.