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:

Sunday, 4 March 2018


Good evening peeps,

It has been a funny old day.

I had another really bad night with through-the-night flashbacks that started last night.

I woke up into flashbacks and severe depression and trauma, I am out of 5HTP as the snow delayed the delivery, so I couldn't drug myself. The depression and trauma have lingered and I am not feeling good. It is one of those times when there is nothing to make it better and I feel so useless.

I have been working on writing and building the writing business, sometimes it gets tiring and my eyes ache. I finished a review and handed it in, and did other things. 

The weather has been mild, I was hot when I went for my walk and things. I am struggling to walk. 
The sea was lively and fun to watch.

It has felt like a useless day, even though I have plodded through some work, and watched Lesley Neilsen and My Parents are Aliens to try and cheer myself up.

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