Living in flats for the mentally ill

I went home after one admission, and basically, my wife had packed my bags.  She said ‘I’ve got three kids, I don’t want four’. She threw me out.  She said she had found me somewhere to live.  But this flat it was in a dumping ground for the mentally ill.  The flat was unfurnished, not even a kettle or anything.  So I was back to sleeping on the bare floors.  I was very fortunate actually.  One of the neighbours rang the council and told them I wasn’t living in the flat.  Two men came and asked me why I wasn’t living in the flat. I said ‘well I do but this is all I’ve got.  My money’s tied up in business.  I don’t feel well enough to go to the benefits agency.’  And one of them knew about the mental health citizen’s advice bureau.  And they actually came to see me and helped me get a grant for £650 to sort my flat out. 

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Living in flats for the mentally ill