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:

Friday, 7 March 2014

Friday Morning

I slept without too much difficulty, had nightmares, I may have been screaming in my sleep again.

I also dreamed about church and diocese, I dreamed my old friends from church were being nice but that I felt cold to them and couldn't remember why.
I also dreamed that someone told me that FM had died, but I had no feelings about that.

I woke and am just getting ready to go to this aqua exercise class, wish me luck.

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