After months of considering it and a month of actually applying for it, my disability claim is going to start. My last day of work is this Friday. This was a really hard decision for me to make but I think it’s the right one. No one knows how much time I have left and I really need to spend some of it as if I wasn’t carrying this incurable thing around with me.
I’m anxious about it, of course. It’s another new thing for me to take on, full of unknowns, but it also means far less stress on my mind and body and I won’t be going from work to really sick and resentful, I’ll be going from “retired” to really sick instead.
We’ve told the majority of people at work that I’m retiring. Freedom 55 🙂 So much easier than trying to explain why I’m really leaving. Those that are interested will ask. And I’ll tell them.