I don’t mean to sound so dramatic. I’ve been trapped in my house since I left my job 2 years ago. I’ve gained 70 pounds. I’ve lost all self-confidence. My husband is currently at the height of his career and is being celebrated weekly. In big gestures. I’m so alone and tired of having nothing. I’m having a pity party, but I couldn’t even make it 3 months let alone 6. I think I have to make my own choices and go back to work without pdoc’s blessing. Bipolar disorder is going to be here and I have to live.