It’s not the thoughts of suicide that are getting stronger. Not that. But my ability to stay safe that is getting weaker. No proper sleep for months, no proper food for weeks, random and variable support in fighting this landlady who is evicting me. We are to be homeless again, and I am getting weaker and weaker, trying to fight it. Running out of hope. Running out of options. As winter approaches fast, we are faced with sleeping in the car, again. In this life 21st century life, you have to have money to get folk to listen and support. Solicitors, surveyors, anyone. They all listen to this landlady because she has the money to pay them. But no-one listens to me, when I complain I’ve had wet ceilings in the bedroom for over 2.5 years. That I’ve reported and reported, and no-one does anything. So I lose my temper, and get accused of not reporting it. It’s like I am speaking a different language. No-one hears what I say. Have no control over my own life. Getting weaker and weaker.
Tiz only my two little elderly doggies that keep me safe. Their needs and problems, pull me back. But one now has dementia so is unlikely to be rehomed. The other has an ear-splitting bark which many find intolerable. So, if I take them with me, our pain will be all over.
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Lay your head on me like a pillow…i will not judge you only listen and give you the best advice i can 🙂
Love Funanya
sounds like you have a slum lord. masters of keeping sub par conditions going. i am sorry for your issues. maybe try to find an organization to help re home you. idk. just throwing shit out there. i don’t think your doggies are ready to go if that means you go too
Thanks vc333. Most of my exhaustion is trying to find an organisation that will help, and none will, or only up to a point, about 9%. David Cameron’s Britain is content to see folk on the scrap heap, even die because of benefit sanctions, oh yes. Ready to pay out £300 a day in expenses to another 45 people off to the House of Lords, but not help someone like me who has paid taxes for 42 years.
Seeing consultant this morning.
Thank you Funanya, that’s nice.
Your welcome,
I pray that god will gice you rest, feed your stomach, and you receive the support you deserve. All i can do for you is pray and support you from where i am..if i could i would share my bread with you 🙂
Thank you funanaya. I need to tell you that I do not share your faith. Thanks all the same?
Saw psychiatrist this morning. Sadly, his analysis was superficial, judgmental, hurried. We were still talking out in the corridor and in the waiting room, in front of other patients? Gave me details of website to visit, to record my mood. Hey ho. ‘mindscope’, in case anyone wants to try it? Still no real clue why he wanted me to do this though am clear it was not for him?
Did not feel understood, at all.
Someone has sent a message asking me to email them. Sorry, not up for that.