Wow, this hits kinda hard. I was almost in this exact situation. The parental unit I was with kicked off, left me their house AND their debt.

Lack of funds prevented me from finishing college, so I have no trade skill, and my less than broad bone structure makes me appear quite frail (I'm not, but I look like a friggin bird, one stiff gust of wind my friend). Unable to turnover the house, or find an employer who wanted to risk me getting hurt, work prospects became slimmer and slimmer. Nobody was hiring except for stock positions at local "marts", and moving around boxes twice my size made my employers look at me like I was a leaf about to get crushed.

Inevitably, I fell behind due to low pay and was eventually hit with a judgment lien from collections due to accumulated debt with no way to upkeep. Unable to negotiate that, I was removed from the property under the consequences of property law.

I drifted for a brief period of time, about a week, before some friends of mine found out about what happened and took me in. Longest fucking week of my life though, dammit. Through some manner of grace I was hooked up through one of my friends to work in a warehouse doing product delivery, shipping and handling. Think, an amazon fulfillment center, only less fulfillment, more financially self-centered; also, lots of industrial parts, screws, tools, metal piping, etc etc. Eventually I was moved into assembly, where I began putting together parts to refurbish and work on "bargain turnovers", like yesteryear washing machines and television sets. Learned a thing or two about basic repairs.

Started living out of a hotel room two blocks away from where I worked, so I could just be there whenever they needed more hands working overtime. Eventually I was able to land an apartment for a monthly price of what cost me one week to stay at the hotel. Saved up, and eventually bought foreclosure property. House was a hazard waiting to happen, but I spent five years fixing the place up. Flipped it, made a profit, and now I'm doing okay. Not great, but I'm okay.

Just goes to show you the value of a good job, if your employer doesn't decide to get rid of you. Job security is a blessing, and many people don't understand how good they have it. I busted my twenties and half my thirties just trying to get myself on the straight and narrow. None of it was easy.

At this point though, I don't think any boomer has the right to tell me to "pick yourself up by the bootstraps like I did", I've been there. In this gig economy, nothing gets easier, it never gets easier. There were nights back when I was in that hotel, I used to come home with a bottle, and wonder if it was even worth it, or if I should just tie a wire in the bathroom and stop showing up for work, would my life ever change? Living by myself in that small space, the depression became my blackest shadow. Sometimes the only thing that kept me warm was the craigslist personals, before that eventually got shut down too. I kept going though, I had to. Nobody else was there for me. I had to create my own perception of reality, to dull the pain of uncertainty.

For what its worth.. I'm still alive.. Now I can look at my resume, and show for the experiences I've overcame. Landscaping and home repair, assembly, delivery driving; nothing glamorous, but I can take apart and put together damn near anything now, with the right tools and protective wear.