@Handsoffstrikesagain
To be honest, often it’s hard to even eat at all. I feel so bad for my fiancé that he had to support me when I could just about go to the toilet and not much else. Our diet consisted of mostly takeaways which made a mess. The sinks were full of unwashed plates for those, and cups. Interestingly now my sinks get much more full- pots and pans but.. that’s because I cook now from scratch, and my dishwasher is always on the go. Depression is an awful thing. I don’t usually suffer such prolonged periods of it like I did this time, but circumstances being what they were in my life that’s how it ended up being. And so the bed didn’t get changed, the dishes not done. Slowly over time it became a mess. Not hoarder on tv mess with a million cats and their droppings everywhere, but it wouldn’t have taken much longer if it had continued. My breaking point was seeing the mess and my pride and my depression kind of battled it out, and I got pissed off and angry and I used that anger to kick myself up the arse and get it done. Another major factor was how utterly unfair it was on my fiancé. That too brought great shame. And made my pride get annoyed too- because he works terribly hard to provide a great life for us- so why should he then have to essentially be my carer and run a house and do said hard work? He was on the point of exhaustion and breakdown. I was so so ashamed and in the end the anger toward myself drove my extreme desire to just get it sorted and keep it sorted. As for the clutter- well when we cleared stuff, we were brutal about throwing stuff out. No problem there. So the clutter that builds up, was more just stuff that I had no energy to clear/throw/find a home for etc etc. In my mind my world was reduced down to my bed. It felt safe, and calm. It was relatively tidy enough and that became my world. Other stuff just built up around me but as long as I was in my safe bed I could, for a long time, ignore the built up rubbish. As long as the actual bed was more or less tidy. It felt so safe. Until it didn’t. And I saw the toll on my poor fiancé, who was exhausted in every way, running on fumes and bread and coffee, worried sick about me, doing everything for me, red eyes, the lot it was awful. And I saw my lovely home gone to ground. And my pride came and got pissed off and I guess that in that way, the depression fell by the way side long enough for me to tackle what I needed to. That’s why I did things so fast when other posters on my thread were telling me to do ten minute bursts. They were 100 percent correct in this advice but for me I knew it was now or never- that I didn’t have this angry energy for long, that I had to harness that and rage through the main rooms as soon as possible. So that by the time I felt low energy again, my home would be lovely (in comparison- I still need to finish the small toilet room and shower room and some repairs and decorating). I knew that if I used that motivation and got it done that my mental health would absolutely improve a million percent and it did. So I used the energy, got it sorted and threw shite away with no hesitation. So it wasn’t about wanting to hold on to “stuff”, or hoard. Now I am so so much better. It’s always now such a high level of clean that if I had a low energy day, and did nothing, the worst would be that i hadn’t emptied the dish washer or cooked that day. Interestingly, now that my home is clean, and I have a routine I adore, I don’t seem to (so far) have days so low that I can’t even empty the dishwasher. I love that stuff now- I love my home and my important role in the home. I love keeping it clean, I love cooking, I love having a routine, and doing all the stuff that now makes my fiancé’s life so so much easier. He’s such a happy man now! Difference of night and day, really! And I absolutely adore it! Which has come as a surprise but.. it feels like my little queendom! My very own castle and I’m the queen and I make the rules and the recipes and I have my pride and my reason to get up now. Any shite gets chucked in the bin as quick as can be. Nothing piles up anymore. It’s truly been eye opening! My personality has flipped in a big way and I can’t even bear a small bit of mess now. (Except the two rooms I haven’t done yet those won’t take long and I don’t spend lots of time in them/ don’t need them for feeding us etc. I just am currently resting my mind after the big stuff I did, and enjoying my new routine for a little bit before I finish those two and start the painting and decor finishing touches!) also trying to figure out how best to budget etc. I didn’t have “adulting” modelled to me as a child, horrific childhood. So I’m learning these things now. And love them! I have more pics on my thread I linked earlier in this thread if you want to read my posts and see the pics (might answer other questions you may have ) I’m an open book I don’t think anyone should ever feel shamed for being low. Or finding themselves in a shit tip home when they struggle to even want to live in that moment in time. So if we talk more about it, and take away the power of the “shame”. Then all the better!
My life is definitely more “free” as you said. Perfect way to word it! My mind too. I’m so much happier. I love my life now. I’m sure I’ll struggle again but I don’t think I will get this bad again because I see now the consequences. So I’m hopeful for the future