Introduction

This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Sunday, 6 November 2011

update

Well things improved. I went to the mission as they were having worship this afternoon. I got there early because my phone battery is flat and I have no watch so I didn't know the time.

I waited around and then went up the road to the shop, I had 17p in small change, and that was enough for a small chocolate bar. A small chocolate bar really helps with low blood sugar but I still felt ill.

I went back to the mission and the couple who lead the mission turned up and let me in, they put my phone on charge and got me some soup.

The worship was good and after that there was tea and biscuits, they kept feeding me more tea and biscuits, and one of them gave me a banknote when no-one was looking. They also gave me some sweets. I think my blood sugar levels are back to normal now. My head and neck are painful still, but not as bad as they were, I think having eaten helps.

It was time to say goodbye to my adoptive grandad as he and the other man are off on a three week mission abroad.

Anyway, when I left the mission I went and got something to eat and came here to the cafe where I am on the internet.
Tonight is wet and cold and I wish I didn't have to be outdoors, I suppose.

It is a really bad flashback and bad memory day today but I am coping, the depression isn't too bad with it. Sundays will always be painful.

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