Monday morning 2

I am beginning to despair.
I have no money, can't afford therapy at the moment, not fit to work but not enough occupation.
Basically there is nothing here.
My logical argument for staying on the streets, which no-one would acknowledge, was that out there I was focussed on survival and that kept me occupied, here in indoors, the horror of the Church of England and the way they have branded me so that I cannot earn a living or be a part of the community, becomes a reality.
So here I am, halfway between hell and hell, trying feebly to carry out daily tasks that seem pointless, nothing to live for and nowhere to go.
As I once said, early on in homelessness, housing me would isolate me and leave me directionless since the diocese branded me.
And I was right.