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, 6 March 2014

Thursday Morning

Good morning,

Well last night I did as I said, I had a warm shower and put clean warm pyjamas on and had peanut butter sandwiches, and read about why people like me cause concern with our behaviours.
Still hard to change. All very well in theory. But persistence will help.
I hope that someone like Christine was able to explain to the diocese why I react to them, because I am grateful that they have stopped bothering me, although their silence is ominous, with no real assurance that they aren't going to launch again and harm me further.

It was hard to get to sleep, as usual, but once I slept, I really slept. This morning before I woke, I had very bizarre and incongruent dreams about pirates and being on a pirate ship, but the dreams were rather sweet too.
I also dreamed, very vivid and clear, that I was in a sheltered home with beautiful gardens and I was happy there, not forced. And then Bishop Dakin came to talk to me in the same dream.
I didn't say 'Bog off, Bishop', I was so surprised that he treated me as a real human person.

Anyway, I had extreme trouble peeling myself off the bed this morning, I feel like I been run over by a steam roller, but sadly not that thin, feeling wrecked is not surprising after yesterday, but here I am with my cuppa, waiting for old landlord to pop round, and then I will probably go and have another swim :)

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