I miss my job pretty much every day. It was so much a part of who I was and was the one thing I knew I was good at. I try to just look back at the good things and things I'm proud of but it's hard to not be reminded of the times things went badly because of bipolar. In 5 days it will be 6 years since I was able to work. As of June 30 I am no longer licensed to practice. Giving up my license was hard but I used up all my escrow time. I still identify as an occupational therapist but say i don't work anymore. I do wish I would quit getting mailings about classes and job opportunities. Those hurt. Now my full-time job seems to be kitten wrangling. It's not the same.