I must say I stayed on my job waaaay to long. I needed the insurance. I hated the job, and was on track to be terminated. It was wrecking what was left of my health. But I still stayed.
Till one morning an incident at work broke the last straw. That was it, I'm outta here, I'm gonna retire. As I drove home from my former workplace, I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off me.
Yes, I had all the same concerns, money, insurance, and what the heck is wrong with me?
But I still felt better, better than I had in ages. I guess it was a mental sort of thing. I still hurt, slept a whole lot. It took a few months to sort it all out, I tried dieing that summer, couldn't even do that right. Multiple blood clots in legs and lungs.
So now, I don't do anything I don't want to do. I never make plans, if I want to do it, I do. I'm better mentally, physically, well, no. It is an attitude adjustment of sorts. I like being home with Spookie, we go together. You can find things to do on your own time frame. Things may not get done, I do a window a month. So what?
Good luck!