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, 3 February 2014

Monday morning 2

I am beginning to despair.
I have no money, can't afford therapy at the moment, not fit to work but not enough occupation.
Basically there is nothing here.
My logical argument for staying on the streets, which no-one would acknowledge, was that out there I was focussed on survival and that kept me occupied, here in indoors, the horror of the Church of England and the way they have branded me so that I cannot earn a living or be a part of the community, becomes a reality.
So here I am, halfway between hell and hell, trying feebly to carry out daily tasks that seem pointless, nothing to live for and nowhere to go.
As I once said, early on in homelessness, housing me would isolate me and leave me directionless since the diocese branded me.
And I was right.

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