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, 13 February 2014

Thursday 00.30am

I am awake, because I was having flashbacks to Jane Fisher and her police, just like I used to in the good old days on the streets.
Not surprising. It is one day until the anniversary of that day three years ago when she destroyed my life beyond healing in a police attack that would not have happened if she and the Bishop had dealt with my complaints and not been procceding to build on the Jersey destroyal of me by slandering me and interfering with my life in Winchester.

My former counsellor said that anniversary times trigger flashbacks, and she is right.
Although I am back on that police cell floor most days of my life, and in a way, my life ended there, anniversaries of that time are the worst time.

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