This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Good morning peeps,
Last night I caught a train and got off the train at some point. I was very tired and I went and tucked down and slept. I slept a peaceful night. I woke at about 4am because my heart was racing and shaking my whole body. I am sure that is what my sister used to get put in hospital with, I think it is called tachysomething, it is only dangerous when you burst.
I did sleep again and reluctantly crawled out of bed in the morning, depressed, low, can't seem to get this stupid man and this stupid church of england matter to bog off, it is going to hang round my neck until it kills me.

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