I need to clean. And I mean need. It’s not only that the rooms are messy. I mean, they are, but that’s not why cleaning is so urgent. The problem is that when my home is messy, my depression and anxiety get worse.
I’m not really sure why. I think I get overwhelmed. I look at the mess and don’t want to do anything. And then I get down on myself for the mess. And for not doing stuff. So I feel bad and don’t clean. Which makes me not want to do stuff. It builds in layers and then cycles again and again.
When the place is clean and looking good, I feel good. I feel proud and happy – I’m keeping a nice house like I’m supposed to do. I’m taking care of my belongings like a real adult. It gives me energy and makes me more productive.
All the more reason to do it, right?