A bit of relevant back story first:
I moved into this house when I was nine, over twelve years ago. That was the last time my room could accurately be described as “clean.”My bedroom was filthy. I mean legitimately vile. The floor was covered with old food, trash that had been there since the move, small animal feces and used bedding that had practically started to fossilize. The number of worms and beetles I’ve dug out of the carpet is nauseating.
Actual, toxic, filth. I’m not proud of it, but that’s the state I’d gotten to. Depression will fuck up your life, and having a hoarder mom who’s tendency towards aggressive marathon “cleaning” didn’t help a bit.
But no matter how fucked life gets, it can be unfucked. I have today and tomorrow off, so I committed to spending it unfucking my room, not by marathoning, but through steady 20/10s and task/breaks. I can’t help what my parents do, and there’s only so much control I have over the rest of the house, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have a nice healthy place to sleep and play.
I’m really proud of what I’ve gotten done already today. <3 Before and after pics after the cut.
This is so amazing. You should be so proud. I’m so proud!
