Maundy Thursday evening

Good evening,

There is communion in an hour.

I am sitting in bed, wearing my neck collar.
I was trying to fill in a DLA re-assessment form but I can't focus.

I haven't written anything for a few days and I don't feel much like writing.

I remember in 2010, how I asked Jane Fisher if she would help me refer to the hospital because I was exhausted and broken down, isn't it funny how the Korris report claims I was refusing assessment and diagnosis at the time?  Not really funny, but I have been tempted to ask the diocese again, because as a result of their bonkers antics last year, I got sick and never recovered, I can't see a doctor without feeling at risk, and I can't relate to people even as well as I used to, I am burned out and exhausted and in pain, and I want the Diocese to stop being a threat through tracing me and reports, and if they would help witha referral for real help, not the NSPCC, then I would appreciate it, not a referral behind my back or a sectioning attempt, from which I have never recovered, but a referral for help.