Good morning peeps,

Well physio yesterday hasn't made my leg much better, but I have another appointment next week.

Yesterday evening I dragged myself to college, college on it's own would be managable, college with the church of england on my back is too much.
Even so, college is hard because of what the church of england have done to me, I feel like I have no right to be there, and I expect more press releases by the diocese to get me recognized and booted out, and basically what is the point of studying when I am on the streets, facing an uncertain future and also no qualification is of any worth with the record the church of england have got me.

Anyway, class was easy for the first hour and very hard for the last hour, I headed home shattered.
When I got home, a group in church had overrun and were still there even though it was 10pm, my friend was there getting agitated as she waited to lock up 'boot them out' I suggested happily and put the kettle on.

One cup of tea later, the group were leaving, so I also wandered off, sorted out my sleeping place, tucked down exhausted and slept.
Woke at 4am needing the loo, went to the loo, tried to sleep but went into flashbacks and distress instead.
Slept lightly and had dreams.
Woke at 6am and packed the bedding away and did my hair and teeth and things.

Came to the cafe.
I am attempting to skip pastoral care today, I feel so low and so tired that there is no point in it.