Imagine if you were a young woman, with a child, living on your own in hard circumstances — small income, very poor housing. You’d feel pretty bleak.
You’re living, or rather just getting by, in England, on the bottom end of the economic scale, with no influential family or social contacts. Kind of a Dickensian scenario. You’ve gone through a very turbulent time personally, are without employment, and depressed over what seems an inevitably rocky future.
