Beverly W

I deliberately didn’t watch Rachel Reeves deliver her budget earlier this week. I couldn’t stomach watching her live. Besides, there’s already been no end of her appearance on everything everywhere all week, and the contents of the budget have been hung out to dry for all to see and hear all over the TV, radio, and internet as it is—so it’s not like I missed out.

However, I wish I could have missed out, because the changes will bring misery and turmoil to me and my family.

I feel depressed enough at the idea of a reduced income, as well as then being pushed into finding work (if that’s even a possibility) just to afford a reasonable standard of living.

Aside from despair, there’s so much anger in the air across the UK at the moment—in my humble opinion, it’s difficult to imagine anyone’s fearful voices are actually being heard through a thick veil of red mist.

We’ve already had a really difficult time financially lately, and the consequences of having even less money to live on terrify me. The impact of less income wouldn’t just affect me—all my family members would suffer too. We’re talking three generations of family all reduced to living on a pittance, simply because the government is targeting the disabled, of which I am one.

I only hope the government does a complete U-turn on these plans.