It’s embarrassing to post these pictures but, you know what? Other people had the courage to post their befores, and that made me go, “Oh, wait, they did this— Maybe I can do it too? Let’s give it a shot.”
This is a shitload of pictures to prove I climbed Mt. Dishmore, and POM was my sherpa. My therapist has told me straight up to stop trying to make BIG! SWEEPING! CHANGES! (especially in my environment) because they make me anxious and unsettled and, you know, WORSE. So this is doing all the dishes, by hand, in four days. Five items at a time. Scrubbed with soap, rinsed, wiped down with a bleach solution sponge, rinsed, then scrubbed with soap and rinsed again. Why?
Because there was mold growing all over everything. Goddamnit, Oregon. And, well, me, too, since I last did the dishes at the beginning of April.
Then I rinsed the hell out of the sink and had a DRAINCANO PARTAAAAAY! Rinsed the hell out of the sink first because bleach + vinegar = chlorine gas and that’s not a party, that’s a visit to the ED.