Here's my story.
I spent most of my first 15 years in people's back yards, caravans, no father, a mother who struggled to make ends meet (despite working her arse off and being a fantastic mother, no denying that) and anything luxury was a far cry from what we could afford. TV was something others had, not me. My clothing was usually hand me downs and the most expensive toy I ever got for Christmas was an Artin slot racing set. Other keywords in my rather colourful history include rape, murder, cancer, harrassment, drugs, alcoholism, beatings, euthanasia, and stalking. I could probably think of more but this is Christmas eve so screw that.
Fast forward to today, I earn a comfortable living, I rent a very nice penthouse in London and have a fantastic wife (to whom I attribute much of my success). I got to where I am through hard work, looking for opportunities, never giving up and making champagne when life threw me lemons. I came to London with a suitcase and £200 in 2006. Anyone saying that life is hard and there are no opportunities aren't looking hard enough or aren't willing to dedicate themselves.
I'm no perfect person or anything, my life is still fraught with things I could do without, and I've become what I am today with ZERO support. No bank of Mum & Dad, no inheritance, no lucky breaks, nothing. Blood, sweat and tears or GTFO.
I'll always help those less fortunate than myself when I can and deem it an decent option but anyone saying that they've hit rock bottom need to sort themselves out.