I have NEVER in my life struggled with this goal as I do currently. My home was always so special to me: and though I was never a “neat-freak” I always kept things reasonably in order, even when I was a guest at someone else’s place I would keep things neat. Ever since I’ve struggled with depression, as the depression gets worse, so do my ‘house-keeping skills’ – Like so many other things, the messier my apartment gets, the more depressed I get, the more depressed I get, the messier my place becomes. My apartment is already past the point where just two years ago I would have been thoroughly disgusted. My problem is that I don’t care. It’s a symptom of my depression, but it’s a symptom that is making my depression worse. I posted this somewhere else, but I’ll say it again, the only way I’m going to beat my depression is to beat these little things that seem to add to it. Perhaps I will need professional help but before I do anything else, before I spend money talking to some high dollar shrink, or spend a bunch of money on some other ‘med’ (so called antidepressant) that doesn’t help; why oh why don’t I just CLEAN MY APARTMENT??? I know what I need to do. I need to
- Do my dishes
- Clean the couch with fabric cleaner
- Vacuum the carpet
- Clean the sinks
- Mop the floor
- Clean the bathroom
- Clean the bedroom
- Clean the kitchen
- Clean out the refridgerator
- Clean the dining room, clear the table
- Wash my clothes
- Get a dressor and organize things
- Take the trash and kitty litter out more often
CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN the dang place!!!
