Those that have followed me for a while, will know that I can put a positive spin on almost anything and I have done for the majority of shit we go through.
Being evicted- a massive adventure as we won’t know where we will end up
Suicidal – at least I am aware and can talk my way through it, friends step up and are there for me.
Benefits being stopped – I love a good fight, bring it on.
You get the idea, I can find a silver lining in a shit storm. Sorry not a pleasant image.
But this time, the DWP have taken away my sunny, albiet sarcastic disposition. It has been 3 weeks to the day, since I won my tribunal. 3 fucking weeks, I have been waiting, everything is on hold. You know why? Because they haven’t informed fucking any of the other benefits that I won. This means I have to wait. What really pissed me off, is they won’t accept the paper I got from the tribunal to say they are reinstating PIP because the DWP can still appeal it. They have 8 days.
I am going to shit all over them once a day for those 8 days and I am going to rant here. Why? Well 1 because I can 2 because there is no point ringing them, because they repeat in a very robotic way, well you have to wait till the 12th.
I have no idea if they are going to appeal it, its unlikely, but if they do I think it may actually break me.
So instead I am going to rant, till I get my sense of humour back it all, which is going to be when I either get a letter from them or the money hits my account.