I had my PIP visit yesterday.
The lady who came was nice.
However all those questions about what I can't do and chat about what I used to do has left me drained and weepy. It's brought back all the feelings of mourning for my previous life. The deep depression of being useless, on the scrap heap.
I know, I need to count my blessings, be glad I have a life etc. but I'm finding that hard today.
I'm off for a hearing test in a minute (the joys of old age and antibiotics).
Sorry just feeling like I need a shoulder to cry on x