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

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:

Thursday, 10 January 2013

Good morning you peeps you!

I went to bed early last night because I was tired. It was not a good arrangement because it was too early to go to my porch and so I bedded down in my corner even though I knew it was due to rain in the early hours.
I woke up at 11.30pm, a man was having a pee the other side of the wall, I could hear him but not hear him, and his mate was making crude comments about penis size. Not something I want to hear! Anyway, they went and I got up as I needed a pee myself, and I watered the wall with my shewee. I am sure you didn't want to know all about this.
Then I moved into my porch. I found the last two handwarmers and tucked back down and was more warm and snug at last, as well as sheltered.
I slept but my dreams were sad and desparate and painful.

I woke as it was getting light, for some reason my alarms hadn't gone off.
I got up and went to McD's and had a bagel and a cuppa, then I went for my walk. I didn't walk far after last night and I stopped on a bench to remove my nail polish and cut my nails as they were getting messy.

Then I came back and sat at the cafe with my friend and had a cuppa.

Here I am, blissfully plugged into my music.
The mood tracker tells me that my mood is plummeting, I am certainly struggling with flashbacks and bad dreams but I can't see that the depression is worse than usual.

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