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, 27 February 2014

Wednesday Evening

It has been a terrible day. I am sick and in pain, and I cannot sleep even if I do my usual, pretending I am sleeping rough in my blanket pile, I pull the duvet round my head and I pretend I am out there somewhere, sleeping peacefully in the cold dark night, usually it works.
I gave my notice in today.
I am tired and in pain and I want to sleep peacefully under the stars, every day is futile and the horrors of the diocese and their police, and the fear of them, smashes over me again and again, I am on trial and guilty every single day, with no ability to defend myself, and I know that on the streets it will fade a bit, just as it used to when it got bad when I stayed with friends and got better when I went back out.

I have had a mug of warm soup and I will try to sleep again soon.

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