I have a bedroom floor instead of a floordrobe!
For the first time in over a year I can access my bedroom closet. And I can also see my bedroom floor.
When the Depression Monster comes around for a visit, my bedroom is always the hardest hit. I think this is largely because I move clutter from the more visible areas of my home into my bedroom where I can close the door and forget about it, even though it can mean I have to climb over the giant pile of clutter in order to crawl into my bed each night.
It's amazing what can happen when a person can simply turn out the lights and block the mess that they are living in.
But today I decided that it was beyond time for me to deal with that mess so I can work on pushing the Depression Monster out of my life for a while. Hopefully I can keep it gone for a good long while, or at least keep it from becoming overbearing again.
I know that for now, some of the clutter that I'll be keeping will be getting hidden in a couple of huge plastic totes I have. This is only temporary because I will be going through those totes to either toss more stuff away or to find a permanent spot for some of the items.
I will acknowledge that I tend towards being a hoarder, and I think it's because my mother was one of those parents whose idea of 'teaching their child a lesson' usually involved tossing absolutely everything that meant anything to me into the garbage. It didn't matter what it was, who bought it for me, or much it was worth - if my mother was mad at me for whatever reason, my stuff got thrown in the garbage. Most of the time she didn't have a valid reason for being angry at me. Well, other than the fact that my mere existence pissed her off more often than not.
I think I am finally at the point where I finally feel that I don't absolutely need more things than I can ever use. If something has outlived it's usefulness I can give it away, donate it, or toss it. No more holding onto the stupidest things just because I can. Wait until I finally clear out all the print-outs of the various Vampire: the Masquerade manuals...my shredder will be working overtime, and my rats will be overjoyed with the amount of shredded paper I dump into their cages (yes, they were printed with non-toxic ink).
I had better get back to the cleaning before I get too comfortable sitting on my butt while the rest of the disaster needs to be cleaned. Besides, I don't want a repeat of my usual needing to toss everything off my bed before I can sleep tonight...that just tends to undo a lot of the progress I've made because I always end up piling more crap on top of that mess, and wind up right back where I started. Not gonna happen this time!
When the Depression Monster comes around for a visit, my bedroom is always the hardest hit. I think this is largely because I move clutter from the more visible areas of my home into my bedroom where I can close the door and forget about it, even though it can mean I have to climb over the giant pile of clutter in order to crawl into my bed each night.
It's amazing what can happen when a person can simply turn out the lights and block the mess that they are living in.
But today I decided that it was beyond time for me to deal with that mess so I can work on pushing the Depression Monster out of my life for a while. Hopefully I can keep it gone for a good long while, or at least keep it from becoming overbearing again.
I know that for now, some of the clutter that I'll be keeping will be getting hidden in a couple of huge plastic totes I have. This is only temporary because I will be going through those totes to either toss more stuff away or to find a permanent spot for some of the items.
I will acknowledge that I tend towards being a hoarder, and I think it's because my mother was one of those parents whose idea of 'teaching their child a lesson' usually involved tossing absolutely everything that meant anything to me into the garbage. It didn't matter what it was, who bought it for me, or much it was worth - if my mother was mad at me for whatever reason, my stuff got thrown in the garbage. Most of the time she didn't have a valid reason for being angry at me. Well, other than the fact that my mere existence pissed her off more often than not.
I think I am finally at the point where I finally feel that I don't absolutely need more things than I can ever use. If something has outlived it's usefulness I can give it away, donate it, or toss it. No more holding onto the stupidest things just because I can. Wait until I finally clear out all the print-outs of the various Vampire: the Masquerade manuals...my shredder will be working overtime, and my rats will be overjoyed with the amount of shredded paper I dump into their cages (yes, they were printed with non-toxic ink).
I had better get back to the cleaning before I get too comfortable sitting on my butt while the rest of the disaster needs to be cleaned. Besides, I don't want a repeat of my usual needing to toss everything off my bed before I can sleep tonight...that just tends to undo a lot of the progress I've made because I always end up piling more crap on top of that mess, and wind up right back where I started. Not gonna happen this time!
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