More memories of London:

I thought that my move to London would protect me from the church, help me to get the help I needed and ensure that I didn't go hungry as often as I had done in the last town, a town I can barely think about because of the church.
Shortly after my arrival in London my sister in London found out I was on the streets of London, she got involved, much to my surprise, suddenly I had a sister, she introduced me to an older friend of hers who offered me a bed for the night, I am often offered a bed here or there for a night or two by kind people and I always respect property and privacy, but I was uncomfortable in this situation, because the friend was doing a favour for my sister and because this friend and I couldn't communicate and the next day I fled, I had meant to be going swimming with my sister, but I was suffering exhaustion, severely and I was also meant to have sunday lunch with her and this friend, but I am ashamed to say that I fled and just couldn't cope with this friend of my sister's.
When I fled, I had it in mind to get to the Maudsley even though it was a sunday, because I was trying to get referred to their traumatic stress clinic and I thought that the best way to do this was by actually going there and speaking to them directly, as the attempts to be referred by my doctor seemed stalled. I got very lost trying to get to the maudsley, but when I got there the kind person on duty there sent me over the road to Kings College Hospital to get asessed by the Maudsley team in A&E at Kings, the man at A&E was nice and did a thorough assessment and told me he would fax it back to the maudsley, he also made quite an effort to get me some food, so I was happy, but so exhausted.