Looks like we are done.
My husband was not sleeping and I just asked him what was wrong. Turns out his employer is now doing the old 'reduce their hours so that they will quit' maneuver. We have no prospects here. We cannot move thanks to taking this extreme risk in moving up here in the first place. My health is fading fast and I can not do much of anything to help with this. I am done playing these stupid games for rich assholes who enjoy watching their grunts suffer. I am done with the lies and done with the illusion. He would be much better off without my worthless ass. He would certainly find it easier to get himself to a better place without the albatross hanging off of him. No one cares about my health unless they can profit from it. No one cares about anything unless they can make profit from it. I am just done with all of this. Fuck Panera and fuck the corporate world in general. I wish I was crazy, because I am sure I would feel much better if I could run amok somewhere. But, I cannot even run, much less do something so energetic. I am lost and I cannot think anymore. There are times when I cannot even climb a flight of stairs without resting. I am having hip issues now, in addition to all the other issues. No one cares. (Let me clarify... no one who could do something about any of this seems to care.) I am going to go now. I don't know what I am going to do. I do know that I am tired of struggling against the inevitable.
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I have not been able to get much since 2013. I have tried twice for SSDI and SSI and been shot down both times. Both were handled by attorneys. What they have done to my husband is perfectly legal. There are no laws against screwing over employees you don't like, as long as their methods are themselves legal. And, thanks to
our Congress will always err on the side of big money. They are not, nor were they ever, interested in the travails and problems of one person. Especially one who does not play their game and praise it to the skies. Especially one who has been trying to warn everyone about the forced worship of the green piece of paper. Nice to know that 5% of the population controls everything in the end, isn't it? (Equality my fat old ass...)
There is nothing else to do. Anything I try is going to be impossible to do in a sustained fashion. I can't sit for long, I can't stand for long, I can't walk for very long, etc., etc., etc. There is not a business in the world who would be willing to make the level of accommodations necessary for me to start anything anew. Not to mention the fact that I am losing mental ability and acuity. Start something new? I can't even function over the things I already know! Face it, when something stops working and there is no way to fix it you toss it. (Unless it is something 'collectable', then that gives it value. I am never going to be in that category, so... yeah.) That is reality.
Your spouse's income should have no bearing on your SSDI claim. Do you have a doctor who will advocate for you in the form of a letter of support?
https://www.disabilitysecrets.com/counting-marital-income.html
Hang in there! 
I know filing out the applicaiton can be tricky. I assisted a family member who was ultimately approved. But the questions were a catch 22. I was guided by a kind person at the SSDI office. "Unable to work" means not able to work 40 hours a week with consistency. That was helpful for me to know when assisting someone with the questions. A doctors letter was also helpful in the case of my family member.
Thoughts are with you. 
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We all care about you and want you safe and secure. You are welcome to vent here as often as needed.
I know you are an artist. And there is beauty in the depths of dejection, and there is value in all beauty. I'm glad you reached out. Don't stop.
