Long ramble under the cut
I grew up in a hoarder house. It's been cleaned a few times, but it always ends up back the way it was. I'm back in my childhood home for good again, and life is really hard right now, but I'm trying to make it better. For the past 6 years, there was been a path from my bedroom door to my bed, and that's it.
It's taken a lot of work to get to this point, but this is mine. I did this and I'm really proud of myself. This picture doesn't show the pile of crap pushed into the corner that I still have to deal with lol
But THIS is beautiful and cozy and everything I've wanted in a bedroom. This little corner is the one good reliable thing in my life right now and I just want to soak it in and share it with someone else.
Also I started antidepressants today and I scheduled an appointment with a therapist today! Go me!
If you read all of this, thank you c: I hope you're having a good night, and if you're struggling, it will get better again. You will be warm again.














