I have disability and ma are the mistake of going full time when I got divorced. I have a few months left until I lose my benefits for good and I figured out that I would make pretty much the same on disability as this job. The killer is the future that this job could hold.

However I feel my symptoms returning, fantasizing about the safety of the hospital, assuming my co workers ' whispers are about me, driving past police and EMTs trying to project to them that I want their help and kindness. This is how it starts. I see my T tomorrow but I don't know how long I have till the crash comes and it scares the crap out of me because I could lose my kids if I get sick again. My ex would fight for custody.