Unfuck Your Habitat

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I have chronic depression along with a whole other host of mental health issues. I managed to do my first 20/10s a few days ago (it’s not that I don’t clean, it’s that I don’t have any organized way of doing it and so it’s less likely to happen) and it was like a whole new world opened up. My room is still amazingly clean and it’ll only take one 20 tomorrow to clean up what I need to.

However, I still haven’t managed to make my bed yet even though it’s scrolled across my dash every single day. Seriously, it is literally almost never made. My life would be so much better if I did—I wouldn’t be tempted to just sleep all the time when I’m home because it was open and inviting: I’d have to go do things. Which is scary. And hard. I might have to find ways to get out of the house, even! 

But you know what? I’m writing this in what is still night for me, and I’m going to go back to sleep in a few minutes. But in the morning, I have resolved: I’m going to make my bed. Because excuses are boring. And we’ll see what possibilities that creates. 

PS: I made it!