Maybe I should just start saying I'm a freelance photographer since I like taking photos. I spend a lot of time thinking about what lies I could tell about my profession or whatever. The worst thing is that my in-laws are pretty judgmental/do not think bipolar is a real thing and that really bothers me. My partner loves and supports me 100% I just wish his family weren't jerks. Anxiety about my disability status makes me want to leave the house even less to avoid the small talk conversations that more often than not lead to questions about work. Like can't people think of anything better to talk about? I hate feeling so unaccomplished. I never thought I would be 26 and on disability. But...so it goes. My mental health is a lot better than it was a year ago when I was working.