Hi everyone, I've sat here writing and deleting this line over and over again. 35, chronically ill and disabled, neurodiverse, isolated, lonely and terrified. I don't think I have ever felt this hopeless or desperate. It took over 2 years to have my PIP reviewed, for it to be taken away altoghter and then nearly a year long fight with mandatory reconsideration for them to award me what I should have been entitled to from the start. All for it now to be taken. My husband is my full time carer. I haven't even figured out how this will affect him. The area I live is is heavily tory and reform. I was bullied out of work and now too unwell to work, my privately rented home is unsuitable; it was a struggle trying to get any help or advice on these things before but now, it seems impossible. The hostility here is palpable. I don't even know where to start with any of it. I appreciate we are all in very similar boats right now so I apoligise for the word vomit. I'm glad to have found a safe space. Sending everyone love and strength
