So, in 2011 I nearly died from a brain aneurysm which resulted in some brain damage to both sides of the frontal lobes of my brain. These are the areas that involved things like executive actions, decision making, planning, processing, etc. These things are a real problem for me now. I tried to go back to work, I did it for a year. But I was a manager and the things that make one a manager are those things in control of the executive functions of your frontal lobe. In short, I could not manage my employees, I could not plan ahead for anything because my organizational skills are basically shit now. I also deal with fatigue to a great degree but that is slowly getting better. I cannot work an 8 hour day though. It's impossible. I suffer with severe bouts of insomnia that nothing has helped. Whatever the suggestions are for that, I've tried them all and nothing helps. If I don't get at least 9 hours of sleep my brain is mush. I will literally sound like a mentally retarded person because I say the wrong words, I make up words, I can be in the middle of a conversation and forget the rest of what I was going to say. I went from being a manager with a workforce to somebody that needed to be managed.  Because my work experience is very niche there was nowhere else for my company to put me. I ended up going back out of work a year after trying to work post the ruptured aneurysm. My long term disability insurance company (that I paid for, mind you) refused to pay me long term disability because they are a corporation and they don't want to pay even though that's why they exist. I appealed their denial and my appeal was denied. A week after their denial I received my approval for disability (brain injury in my state is almost an automatic disability approval) from the Social Security Administration.  By that time I had been living a year with no income. I had sold every single thing I owned. All my furnishings, everything. I moved in with family. I bounced around and had to move 4 times in one year because of reasons having to do with people not understanding your disability is real. My car, which was almost paid for, was repossessed.  I landed in what I can only describe as a dump. Because that's all I could afford. It was awful. It was crushing me mentally. That's when hammate came into the picture. She has a beautiful home in a beautiful town and it's a 1000X improvement from where I was living.  I'm finally in a place where I can settle, regroup, get the help I need, focus on moving forward and rebuilding my life. I'm not financially at a place that I can afford to move out yet. But I will be. I'm working towards that. It's coming.