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:

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Tuesday Morning

Good morning,

stalkerstat, why are you on this blog and not the other?
How rude.
Stalkerstat, are you a robot? make your stat read portsmouth or gosport again?

Anyway, I slept eventually last night, hard to sleep and woke this morning to the bad news that the deadlock is not over.
Basically despite my best efforts and a lot of work and distress, I have been unable to sort out the poverty and bearacricy, so I can't afford to live indoors.

Basically, I have never slept well indoors and I live in terror of the diocese and their police, and when they launch the final destroyal of me, it is better that it happens to me on the streets rather than them ripping my friends and community from me again.
So I am going to give my notice next week and go back to sleeping sweetly and wandering alone, I will start feeling better very quickly.

When the diocese left me homeless and ruined, they left me with a Jersey bank account and overdraft that I could not resolve from the streets of the UK, and as you can imagine, I was left with problems as a result, and living in a house means that such problems prevent me from having a bank account or any form of financial help, so I am living destitute to keep a roof over my head and unable to get food or therapy, and if I return to the streets, I will feel safer, be safer from the diocese and their police, and be able to get food and therapy.

No comments:

Post a Comment