Today started out well enough. I went out for my run and did really well. I came back feeling great, on top of the world. Things went swiftly downhill when I opened my post box and found a letter telling me that my income benefit has been stopped. Basically, apart from the fact that they have based their decision on completely incorrect information, I’ve been penalised because my illness is invisible and I present as clean, sane and articulate. I spent sometime getting a 2 page appeal letter together.
It was a real body blow and completely knocked the wind right out of my sails. When I sit still and think about it, I get a rush of distress and a whir of all of the stuff that’s happened in my life over the last few years, and it’s too much. It’s just as well that Boo is spending the evening with a friend because I don’t think I could take any kind words, I just need to hibernate, even though the thought of being by myself is quite scary.