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After the divorce I was left with nothing, so I decided to end it all. I stole an dingy in Folkstone, and paddled it as far as I could into the English channel, hoping that I'd get sunk and killed by one of the huge ships that pass there. After hours of paddling I was done. I just laid down in the boat and waited for death. I must have fell asleep, because hours later I'd washed back up on the shores of Folkstone. I was dejected, and borderline hypothermic. I could feel my mental state worsen by the minute. I'd become a jibbering wreck... Then some guy's in uniforms gently lifted me out of the boat, and carried me to a mini bus. They gave me coffee and a blanket, then started talking to me. I was too far gone to really understand what they were saying though. TBH, I was sobbing like a child and couldn't really get any actual words out. Anyway, that evening they brought me to this hotel, and I’ve been here for 3 weeks now. It turns out that they've organised a free furnished council flat and spending money for me too, so I should be getting the keys to that in the next few days ! And to think, I used to say the British government didn't give a shit about it's citizens !