Yeah, I remember looking at the fragments of my shattered career a few years ago. Then the frantic scrambling for disability benefits. Then my mania kicked in and we were going to Montana come hell or high water. Thankfully (or not) that didn't happen. Responsibilities came and went, and other responsibilities took their place. Now I'm just a bum, holding my breath until the next disability review comes in.

If only it were that easy to divorce oneself from BP.

Hugs to you and I hope you'll be able to recover soon.