I finally, after over a year of talking about it, I FINALLY quit my job. My discrimination complaint is still pending, and could take 18-24 months from the date of my complaint (September 2015) to move to the next step. I planned and planned to take this step, but just had trouble pulling the trigger. I was afraid of having no money, afraid to have nothing to do, and afraid to tell people. It's embarrassing to not be able to work. I know, I have a legitimate reason not to at this very moment, and I'm eventually going to work again. It's a tough call. But, after talking to my mom, she expressed great concern for my health and wellbeing (what's left, that is), if I kept going with no changes. She was waiting for me to end up in the hospital again, and afraid that my body physically could not take it anymore. So, I quit. I gave my notice in October, tried to tell some of my coworkers but didn't feel like my leaving was worthy of celebration. It was sad.