I understood the level of my SA when my mum died in February and I didn't receive any cards or flowers. We had issues.
I kicked my son, girlfriend and dog out a few days later. We both have anxiety and depression, my son has virtually ignored me for the last year, which I understand.
I am now alone with my two dogs. I am awaiting an appeal date for my PIP. My mum's friend is trying to help me sort my benefits/housing - which I am so grateful for.
I am in a vortex being sucked deeper daily. My GP, crisis team etc are aware that I might take my own life. When I worked I had a good quality of life in every way, that is a long way in the past now. I am good at designing and making handbags - my hobby, but I can't afford to replace my sewing thread anymore. My dogs are upset when I cry, they have never seen me like this. It is not if, but when I take my own life. I had never been suicidal until the benefit system started banging on my door. I was so so grateful for my son, 2 dogs, sewing, a roof over my head and food in my fridge, even though I battled chronic anxiety and depression. When is enough enough......I don't want to live anymore