u/hisashibaka

I’ve spent about ten hours on my depression room in the past week. I’ve filled up three contractor sized bags with clothes I don’t want and never wanted, and I’m still not even halfway done, but it is progress. I still have no idea how to dispose of the random exercise bikes and treadmills my mom puts in the basement when the college kids move out.

I’m making progress, taking breaks when I get overwhelmed. I just want a clean space, I feel less suicidal when things are clean. I just don’t have enough spoons to do cleaning sometimes and my seizure disorder doesn’t make it any easier.