Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Tuesday Evening

Good evening,

Well I went out earlier. Booked a haircut, had a short walk.

Since the Archbishop's interview, I have been in difficulties, mainly in going outdoors and being with people, I am scared to be away from the computer when the next devastating bit of news breaks, possibly today and I am scared that I will see my friends and they will turn away as people in Winchester did when the diocese slandered me to them, I can't take any more hurt.

I am like Steven from 'Bunny and the Bull' I am scared of going out.

Anyway, I did fish pie and carrots for lunch, I am doing well with carrots in small bites, and I had an orange and have not brought any of it back up.

Mainly I have been sitting here reading and doing a task list, but I am worried that I am very tense, overwhelmed and trying to do too much and getting very little done, this is partly to do with the church problem and partly due to the anxiety of having a flat.

There was a thunderstorm earlier, but I hope it will stay dry while I force myself to have a short walk, I am scared and immobile, I wish it was over, wish the diocese had killed me by now and I would be at rest and not tense and battling.

I have made coffee as I have been drinking tea so much it turns tasteless.

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