I realise this sounds ridiculous.
I live in a shared flat, I share a kitchen and have my own bedroom. For the past few weeks my mental health has absolutely plummeted.
complex trauma and bereavement and things are a fucking mess all around me.
I’m getting help from the NHS, very slowly, on lots of waiting lists to see a psychiatrist and psychologist and various other stuff.
I’m mortified but I can’t get myself to the front door to take my rubbish out. When I try, I get palpitations, I feel like I’m going to pass out, so it’s easier to just not do it.
I’ve got 8 black bags I need to take out. I’ve also got a pile of laundry and dishes needing done and need to vacuum, and dust. Basically, my house is becoming a health hazard and my prison.
I’m so ashamed of myself but I cant get myself to the door to do it. It’s the same with laundry, eventually I just force myself to do the laundry because I’ll run out of clean clothes.
I want to take the bags to the bin outside. I don’t know how to do it. I don’t have any friends or family nearby who could help me. It’s rented accommodation too.
I don’t know what to do. Where do I start?