Bitterly sweet sides of life.

Here it's Wednesday, 5 03am. 
I'm so tired yet my head is pounding with anxiety.. I've literally just took my meds for it.
Yesterday was a damn nightmare.. I've been disabled since I was 19, I'm now 33, (Geez it's really been that long)?! The government have decided on a 'great idea' to reduce the numbers on benefits, and after I've sent my form, they've stopped the money I was receiving, but haven't looped it over with the new benefit, so in a nutshell there's been no money payed to us, so, I'd spent a good amount of time on the phone trying so sort out something, anything, because as I said to them we have a 7mth old baby, and my partners diabetic so he has to eat, and they've given us a £30 loan. It will pay for something's for now, just hope they hurry up before the bills mount and we get buried in it, (They know our circumstances). As that's something else I've been doing too, I've been phoning around explaining why the DD's out the bank have bounced back, (And I have to incur charges for that too). Only to have to talk to some of the rudest people that I've spoken to in along time, to the point it upset me and I ended up talking to them like a frigging babbling moron. (I'm no good on the phone but even worse when I know it's not going to go right). But we shall see what happens and how long it takes, though that being said I'll be on the phone again if they haven't sorted it by Monday. 
Hmm ever notice the government penalize those who need the help most? The others get to treat the system like a doormat, 'wipe their feet on them, and walk away'... 
I'm going to go to bed, even if it's just to close my eyes and try to give my brain a break.
Goodnight n hugs x