Saturday

Good evening peeps,

Well things are tough because of flashbacks and terrors.
Since Jersey Safeguarding Partnership attacked my life again, I have not been sleeping, and it got to a point where I have had something from the chemist to help me sleep, and as usual, the side effects have been severe.

Last time I was on sleep aid, I was on the streets, and I became too distressed and vulnerable to sleep rough for a few days, and before that in Jersey it was equally bad. So I am having to stop taking the sleep aid and hope my sleep returns.
Last night was horrifying with flashbacks, nightmares and terrors.

Then this morning my landlord came round, because I have been having problems with the toilet and shower being blocked, so I had a wet bathroom floor yesterday, but we managed to unblock the blocked plumbing, and all is well, all is well in the plumbing anyway.

I feel very depressed and distressed, part of that was caused by Bishop Butler making empty noises about safeguarding in the press, he is supposed to have stopped that by now.

I have got some music done and I am getting the next manuscript towards book form, but I still feel rubbish. I went out earlier but I didn't feel better, it is one of those days where nothing can make things feel better, nothing at all, and I don't like people when I feel this bad.

It has been hot today, but I saw no point in that either.
The only things I have been able to do today is music and writing and editing the next book.