U.K. Personal Independence Payments (PIP)
What a form. What a horrid, horrid experience. A day spent focusing on what I can’t do. How hard I find daily life. How different my life is to ‘normal people’. A huge reminder on how I’ve changed. Something that really struck with me is something I got told;
My ‘good days’ are not good. There my normal, and there still bloody bad. My good day is a well persons worst day.
And that my friends is my new normality.
Although they are sure I’m entitled to some form of payment, I’ve left deflated, sad and upset. A day of constant reminders of how much I do (will) miss out on has been hard to take, I’m promise I’m going to write a blog post about one of the hardest parts. But at the moment my little heart can’t take it. 💔💔
Focusing on what I CAN do is something I’ve been trying really hard to do and the sodding form has not helped with the positive vibes and I’ve really had a reality check about how much my life has changed in the past 6 months)
Tomorrow it’s a 6 & 1/2
hour round drive off to Birmingham to the center of excellence. Please pray this is a more positive day. (Alllllsoooo.... Yo DWP; you don’t have to be old women to have mobility issues... Where is the young disabled gals rocking the shit out of life??)