So much for me writing every day in November!
It’s been a difficult month as my mood has gone really shitty and I’m really struggling to stay positive and to keep fighting. I don’t know where this has come from. Things were going okay they weren’t brilliant but I was getting ready to go back to work or more aptly starting to do some permitted work with the view to try and go back full time next year. But that just seems like a distant dream at the moment I’m constantly exhausted and yet I’m sleeping for England, the anxiety is back in force and I’m having to force myself to leave the house at the moment and so it goes on. Suffice to say I’m fed up of all this and I’m struggling to see the end of the tunnel.
Last Saturday my landlord came around and got me up and out of bed at midday – oops! I couldn’t be bothered to pretend that I was awake so I greeted him in my pj’s! Anyway after much bullshit from him including he was advised by his CPN to call the police to evict me he dramatically opened a letter from his landlord and low and behold the eviction notice that I’ve been waiting for, for months has been issued and indeed my landlord has been taken to court. The court have awarded his landlord a possesion order and thus I should leave my flat on Monday oh yes he left me a week to find myself somewhere to live. Stupid twat then handed me his rent card, suggested I pay of the arrears and I could live there happily ever after – yeah right!! On Monday I saw Sam and she rang up the council (who have agreed they have a duty to house me) who said I need to wait for the bailiffs to turn up – apparently the court will instruct them to come in a few weeks. So I am now imminently homeless and shortly I will be loosing my lovely home or more aptly flat and I’ll be moving to some form of temporary housing. I have so many questions but at the moment it’s to early for them to be answered but I’m hoping soon I’ll have an idea if I’m going to be moving out of the area which will mean changing GP and thus losing Sam and potentially Holly (depending on how far away I am moved).
If I’m honest whilst it’s good news in the sense that I can finally start to move forward I am also freaking terrified and it all just feels to much. If my landlord hadn’t of been a twat who played games I would of had the news when my mood was okay and it wouldn’t of all felt so god damn daunting. Hopefully things will become clearer next week as the lady I’ve dealt with at the council is back of annual leave and I see Sam again.
Anyway today I’ve spent the evening watching Children in Need but bed is calling as I have to be up early as I have a tutorial for my next OU module.
xox
Nightmare, your landlord sounds like a twat indeed (even if he has his own problems). Although, as you said, you can begin move forward soon enough. I hope the new place is ok…