Wednesday afternoon

I haven't been able to do much, I have had a collapse, and I can't think straight.
But I managed to wash, as I was taught by the WRAP course, wash, eat, do the necessary things.

I finally managed to open a tin of steak and kidney pie, which was quite tasty, and I had a little Christmas pudding as well, not healthy, but food.
I really can't do much, and unlike in the old days, I don't feel like going out in the bad weather.

I can't tell my story, because no-one is listening and it is not stopping the church from harming me.

The flashbacks are so vivid that they frighten me, I am so afraid of the police and the diocese.