I just got off the phone with Social Security to report that I have stopped working. Some people in my life know that last month, April, I tried to work. And I really tried.
I ended up in bed for a week and a half. Utterly exhausted, I wasn’t showering or brushing my teeth and I was quickly going downhill mentally.
This was my best shot at working.
Psychiatrists have told me not to work. My counselor has told me not to work. But I got to feeling that perhaps I could work, so I tried. Well, I hate to say it, but the psychiatrist and counselor are correct. I cannot work.
I have done my best to tie up loose ends and get myself back to where I was before I started working–focused on self-care, fitness and keeping myself healthy.
Some people just cannot work. I guess I happen to be one of them.