It was February of 2018 when I decided that I could no longer hold a job. I had to get my health under control. But I will be honest. I did not make this decision willingly. I loved my job. I had been there almost six years, and I had worked my way up to my dream position, complete with my own office. How could anyone expect me to just let go? My husband and I had been comfortable in our jobs. We had been renting an apartment for years. We finally had our first child. We were ready for the next big step of buying a house. I daydreamed…