Mind you, this is from last Saturday and just never got posted.
Last day in the living room. I am not happy with myself. Why? Because I am doing everything I can do avoid that room. I even started cleaning out the bathroom to stay out of the living room. I keep telling myself, if I finish the bathroom today I will have bought myself a whole week of extra time for the living room. Never mind that I was planning to do the kitchen next. So here I am annoyed with not finishing the living room, even more annoyed for starting the bathroom and running away from that, too. Well. I still have half of the day. It should be more than possible to finish the bathroom. If I will, I will feel a whole lot better about myself!
Editor's note: No, the bathroom was never finished. But fortunately the mountain of ironing was or this week would have been a complete disaster!
Realizing I was a hoarder was both a shock and a relief. A shock, because nobody wants to have a mental disorder. A relief, because my situation finally had a name. I found people who could relate. Knowing the problem helps solving it. I can step aside and look at the situation from a more neutral point of view. Why am I blogging about it? 2 reasons. 1. Putting my thoughts into words helps me think more clearly. 2. If this helps just one, who is like me, see the light it was more than worth it!
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