At this point I’ve already long since been dead inside, so it’s well past time that my body finally joined my spirit. At least I’d go out happier knowing that I wouldn’t actually have to live through the second coming of Repugnican-induced hell - a.k.a. “this time we’re gonna hit the ground running and do our damnedest to thoroughly destroy what’s left of the country in under four years.”
Same boat here. My spouse has numerous health issues that are mostly manageable, but the physical limitations make employment difficult and the Medicaid health plans are such as PITA to deal with that they may as well not be there. My spouse has extremely low self-esteem beat into them since childhood by an asshole stepfather (that over two decades I’ve only minimally been able to improve), and thus no drive to fight for the help that is needed. Me going would likely mean the end for both of us.