PLEASE clap for me: I finally bit the bullet and told the head of the therapy dog nonprofit I train for that my disabled ass has been doing TOO MUCH, and e cut down my responsibilities by like 50%
It's SO fucking hard for me to admit I'm struggling, but it had reached a point where I was doing NOTHING that wasn't dog related, couldn't manage the energy/strength/pain to keep up with MY dog, who is at this point only a challenge in that we need to be training in public and that requires leaving the house. As an actual dog he's GREAT.
I will eventually emerge from "sleep and play (and spoil my dog)" ONLY but taking a few days to do this and nothing else of importance to anyone has been. So fucking nice.