I stopped driving back when my anxiety attacks started getting really bad. I had to surrender my license when I started having pseudoseizures. Does that sound harsh? I surrendered to all this willingly.
Frankly, most days, it sucks to live in my body. It hurts, it's tired, half the time, no matter how willing my mind and spirit are, my body just won't get on board with the program. I'm 130 pounds + overweight. I can barely do a plank, and my walking stamina is all of about 30 minutes before I'm stumbling over my own feet on a flat surface.
I have a reading list that is pages long, and an entire blog devoted to reviews. Books gave me a new career when I thought I was used up and useless because of my disabilities - not just because I can read and write reviews (which I do in copious quantities), but also because I've gotten ideas from them for expanding myself into areas I never would have dreamed of before