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:

Monday, 27 January 2014

Monday morning

Good morning,
well last night I lay down and slept, like I used to on the streets, there were dreams, sad ones that remind me that my life has gone, but I slept, from about 10.30pm, so that is good.

I woke at 6.20am, because my brain is very clever, and has already worked out that I am supposed to be up early on Monday to go to therapy.
The only thing is, I do not have therapy today because my therapist is away.

But anyway, I assured my brain it had done well, and then I had plenty of tea and went for my walk.
It was getting light and that is the best time for a walk, when the world is waking up.
My bad leg was fairly good, and my former good leg is still obviously in need of assesment.
There is no other pain today.

I came back and had some hot oats and will have a shower, but seeing as I am not in therapy today, if anyone has any questions for me on either blog, please leave a comment, email or twitter.
Thank you. :) Questions help to motivate me, as it is still not natural for me to talk, even by blog, believe it or not, I don't easily or naturally tell my story and I find it very hard sometimes to know that I have a story and a side to things. This is part of why the Diocese have won with the authorities so long, they have a voice, I do not.

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