So it came. I cried for an hour, overwhelmed with relief that my battle was won. I did it. I got the thin envelope. Four years until I have to do it all over again. In those moments I felt utterly invincible, like I had, for once, achieved great things. The reality is that I… Continue reading Rewriting History
I made a decision in May, to stop being a voyeur of society, by keeping my discontent to my close circle of friends. Instead I felt ready to actually do something. It's all very well being an armchair politician, complaining about the ills that are cast upon you, but does it achieve anything? That said… Continue reading Get a f**king job
A month is up today. It has been a strange month, full of the usual highs and lows, birthdays and sick days, all underpinned by this constant feeling of nausea and fear. I have been stuck in this permenant state of 'poor me', as kind people ask me what the latest news is on my… Continue reading Don’t hold your breath
It has been three weeks since I sent off my mandatory reconsideration, and it's felt like years. I am stuck in limbo, unsure what my next move will be, I can do nothing more until I know my fate. The anxiety builds with each day that the post arrives, and I find myself sending my… Continue reading The waiting game.
Thanks to a phenomenal response, I find my self in the luxurious position of being able to fightback. I have support. I have hope, I am now armed with information, ready for battle. The pen is, after all, mightier than the sword. Imagine if I hadn't posted 'crossing the line' and just accepted all I… Continue reading My Fight Back Tool Kit
It's 5:30 on my dads birthday, and we are getting ready to celebrate with him. He only visits my beloved Kernow a couple of times a year; Kent to Cornwall is a helluva way. We don't get much time, just a few days here and there, so when I saw the fat brown envelope waiting… Continue reading Crossing the line.
Im frightened. I know pretty much everyone who didn't vote torie last Thursday, feels the same. I waited with baited breath to see where the axe would fall first, and felt sick to my stomach when the DWP access to work scheme was thrown into the coliseum on day one, to be ripped apart in… Continue reading First cut is the deepest…..