Welp, I took the step of filing for disability (wish me luck). But from that there has come, for me, a really good thing. The gov't, as usual, loves its forms, and there were quite a few to fill out, because they "needed more info." (insert eye roll here) Anyway, the thing is, my mom had to fill out a form too, so they could get a family member's perspective, and through filling out this form, and seeing it all in black and white in front of her, she finally gets it. She finally understands it isn't in my head, it isn't just a matter of getting proper sleep, or taking a couple tylenol and getting on with my day. She finally gets I have an illness! That has taken such a weight from my shoulders. It's kind of amusing, other family members understood, but my mom not realizing what was going on was so stressful to me, because some days I really needed to be able to talk to someone. Now I can! Not in anyway deminishing the importance of the support I feel I have here, but I think y'all know what I'm getting at. Blessings! PS Sorry if that sounds babbly, I'm just happy!