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, 16 October 2014

This is not the normal post

And is not directly about my bad day aither.

As regular readers will know, I was in specialist therapy for attachment disorder earlier this year before having to quit because of circumstances.

I am on the waiting list for another therapist, someone who has the right expertise to help with the whole spectrum of my problems, but I have the issue of cost, even though I am likely to get ESA, and neither NHS nor government can help.

Would anyone be able to help/advise/help me with an appeal? Because I can't get better on my own and the NHS have lost the plot with regards therapy and support, there is nothing of worth.

oh and the blasted church arrived on my blog, no, you keep your noses out!

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