the morning after

The morning after. I still feel empty and broken and iv still got a massive mess to sort out.
But I'm here.
As anyone who read the guardian article about me a few weeks ago will know I have PTSD, a fact i didn't want to reveal nationally but that's what the dwp and Atos forced me to do, just to highlight the sheer trauma they put me under in my assessment.
I think most people have heard of the fight/flight mechanism when faced with a difficult situation. You either fight or you run. Mine is kinda broken and I tend to run when I can't cope. It's not planned and its certainly not safe. I exist in a dream like state, not really aware of myself or things around me.
Im feeling more grounded today. More aware of myself etc. But not great. And would still like to disappear from the world I currently live in.
Im having to deal with the crushing reality of being the chief income earner, all our money as a family came from my DLA (and income support and carers) which has all stopped. All the responsibility falls on me. Im not making a political statement but I know full well that my husband would get more money as a single parent, and that really doesn't help in my current state of mind.
Im going to get in contact with the cab and my mp on Monday and see what's happening. With such a target driven culture, surely the dwp will make a decision soon, if only to make their targets