The money would be gone by the next day. I was starting to feel like there was nothing in life for me.
Once, I asked my parents for some money for food because I had spent too much.
I will never forget them saying: "No, we're not going to help you, you need to sort yourself out and find a job, you need to keep trying and don't stop trying."
I cried and went for a long night-time run. Barefoot, sobbing, cursing, hungry and full of anger. It rained and I collapsed to my knees, holding my head, in a park.
It was a small business that finally gave me the chance at a real life. A small accounting firm offered me a full-time job, in return for a few months' work experience.
It was a humble start. I was making coffee, getting the mail and fixing morning tea. The most basic of jobs. But it was something and they paid for me to complete my qualifications.
Six years ago, I became a part-owner of the practice. I now own my home and am fortunate to not have to worry about where the money for the next grocery bill is coming from. I'm in the position to be able to help other young people who are struggling to get a start in life.
Welfare provided me with the most basic assistance but it was getting a job that gave me a real existence and allowed me to break free from that week-to-week struggle. That's why I so strongly believe that we need to encourage business. If we support firms to flourish, they'll create jobs and real opportunities to help the next generation achieve more than just scraping to get by. Without the business that was willing to take a punt on me, I hate to think where I would be now.