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, 22 March 2018

Coughing blood

Thought I had grown out of it.

Welby-Damned launched another use of abuse as a PR stunt yesterday, as he continues to leave me destroyed and without justice.

I vomited everything and a whole lot of blood.

I don't want to go to the NHS who branded me for the church and police, vilified me and drove me out when I had dangerous blood pressure when Bob collapsed.

I don't have any money for the online doctor. Not that they could do much. They would tell me to go to hospital.

I had a day's work booked but I am too sick to work, so I will have no money because of my abuser and his public boasts.

This is an intolerable way to live.

1 comment:

  1. Me mates in Somerset are leaping onto the blog like demented crickets to see if I am dead.
    Hm, not sure, let me check and get back to you tomorrow.


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