Disability is official.
J says I need to stop trying to make something bad out of this and just relax. He’s right; that’s what this is about: giving myself a break to relax and to continue to get better. My brain is simply doing what it always does, by looking for the dark lining to the sunshine-y clouds.
It’s just so shocking to be approved at the application level. I just assumed out of hand that I would be denied. I still can’t believe I was approved.
I wasn’t denied, I was approved.
My counselor at the Local Friendly Mental Ward tells me that she wishes I could look at this as what it actually is: that I have a condition that prevents me from holding down gainful employment, just as does someone who has a physical illness that prevents them from working.
Somehow, though, I can’t let myself relax about it yet. Typical; I rarely relax.
One thing is settled, though. Rock Steady goes to his favorite school full-time again starting Monday. This is good for both me and him.
Now, to concentrate on building a new routine that allows me to be at my best when both boys get home from school.