The recovery of my apartment.
This is approximately a year’s worth of mess. After spending a lot of time trying to fix things myself, I decided to admit that I had a problem that was beyond me and to call in some help. I did a lot of web searches on “help for hoarders” and found a therapist in my area that specializes in this, including doing clean-out.
The before pictures were taken yesterday afternoon. The after pictures were taken about an hour ago, after the cleaning crew and my therapist left. It took four people working eight hours to transform my house from something scary to something beautiful.
It was one of the hardest things I have ever done and I don’t want to do it again, ever. Even though I didn’t do much physical work today, I am exhausted. But happy.
I still have work to do, mostly to do with putting in place systems to keep this from happening again. I absolutely could not have made these steps without UFYH. Even when I wasn’t following challenges (because seriously, how could I do 20 minutes unfucking a closet when I couldn’t get to my closets?), the messages that this was something I could conquer were still in my head. I learned there was no shame in asking for help, and I figured out that my mess is not the result of a character flaw, or laziness, but was a combination of a learned system of behavior and a lot of emotional baggage. I still have to work to dismantle that, but in the meantime, I have a safe and comfortable place from which to do it.