Last night I went to film club. the weather was cold, a druggie/wino asked if I had any spare change, you should have seen his face when I told him that I was homeless and that he should go to soup kitchen! :)
The film wasn't deeply interesting. But the chocolates and cups of tea were. My blood sugar was 7.5 after that, which is not bad, not good. I was still being sick before and after the film.
I slept, too tense to settle at first, and waking with terrors about the church at 3am, went to the loo, settled back down, was disturbed by noisy people having a cigarette break outside.
Had a murder mystery nightmare that contained two people called Matthew and Grechen, I have no idea at all who they are or where the names came from.
Woke up with relief as the alarm went.
Checked my blood sugar before breakfast, 6.1, too high, I am wondering how much the seretide inhaler that I take morning and night is affecting the levels as it contains sucrose.
Had breakfast, peanut butter on toast and tea.
Now I need to sort things out and get moving!
A survivor of Church abuse and cover ups goes on battling for her voice to be heard. A daily account of life after the Diocese of Winchester destroyed her and the slow and painful steps to rebuilding a life.
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.
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
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