PTSD update. It's good news at least :)
Obviously, after the honesty of this post here, I went quiet for a bit. Over a decade of my life destroyed, with my legs never going to heal either, because of those evil thieving women. What positives?
So I went away for a bit. And, slowly but surely, the grief came out proper.
There has been pretty much zero positives to my life in Croydon. Everything I built was destroyed when I grassed those Cocaine-head wifebeaters. All of it, smashed to pieces.
Anyway, onwards.
Yeah, onwards, that's the good bit. After such a god awful over-a-decade I am finally getting back on track. My pluck is coming back.
Still not sure about dating yet, as I do like my peace & quiet still, but now I have walked away from Croydon ( no fucks given either, now I have seen what they wanted me to do ) my life is improving.
I just do the minimum to keep the DWP off my back at present. I need the rest, and want to head into my 42nd year without PTSD.
Mmm, showgirls. Not crappy plastic-clothing pseudo-strippers, I mean the proper-classy wenches ( many of whom also like my kinda music apparently ).
You never know, it might happen ;)
It's not over PTSD-wise, but I do feel a damn-site better now that Croydon is completely locked out of my life. What a fucking dump. And don't get involved with these god-awful Locals either. Croydon of the 70's was dead by the end of the 90's, and you can't revive dead.
Nothing else to say really. I still play EVE, I still have meinen fuzzy-pusses, and I still head up to London when I need to. That's the strength of having my flat where it is; jumping sideways to Bromley, or up to London, whilst avoiding shit-hole Croydon City Centre, is REALLY easy. Job done :)
I'll probably be working the @CroydonMH account on Christmas Day. The #JoinIn tag etc. I'll be putting up entertainments I find on youtube for those stuck at home alone.
It's just a Bank Holiday for me, nothing special, so I'll do that. At least it'll be fun getting the old crooners and Rat Pack stuff out again :)
So I went away for a bit. And, slowly but surely, the grief came out proper.
There has been pretty much zero positives to my life in Croydon. Everything I built was destroyed when I grassed those Cocaine-head wifebeaters. All of it, smashed to pieces.
Anyway, onwards.
Yeah, onwards, that's the good bit. After such a god awful over-a-decade I am finally getting back on track. My pluck is coming back.
Still not sure about dating yet, as I do like my peace & quiet still, but now I have walked away from Croydon ( no fucks given either, now I have seen what they wanted me to do ) my life is improving.
I just do the minimum to keep the DWP off my back at present. I need the rest, and want to head into my 42nd year without PTSD.
Mmm, showgirls. Not crappy plastic-clothing pseudo-strippers, I mean the proper-classy wenches ( many of whom also like my kinda music apparently ).
You never know, it might happen ;)
It's not over PTSD-wise, but I do feel a damn-site better now that Croydon is completely locked out of my life. What a fucking dump. And don't get involved with these god-awful Locals either. Croydon of the 70's was dead by the end of the 90's, and you can't revive dead.
Nothing else to say really. I still play EVE, I still have meinen fuzzy-pusses, and I still head up to London when I need to. That's the strength of having my flat where it is; jumping sideways to Bromley, or up to London, whilst avoiding shit-hole Croydon City Centre, is REALLY easy. Job done :)
I'll probably be working the @CroydonMH account on Christmas Day. The #JoinIn tag etc. I'll be putting up entertainments I find on youtube for those stuck at home alone.
It's just a Bank Holiday for me, nothing special, so I'll do that. At least it'll be fun getting the old crooners and Rat Pack stuff out again :)