I deal with anxiety at times depression, but I wonder if I have a bit of ADHD. At times I can be hyper-focused on a task, a project, just about anything. I grew up with a lot of stress and worry. I think that has caused a lot of my issues. At times when I would worry about something it would cause a complete shut down mentally that I would become paralyzed and couldn’t do anything, but just sit and worry about that thing.

Later in my years, there were fewer things that I needed to stress about because that issue was resolved or it was no more. I worried and stressed so much over things for most of my life that My mind would find things to worry or stress about. I think I might get mental fatigue very quickly because of being mentally fatigued growing up stressing over things/situations. I’m not a doctor or I have not been diagnosed, but this is my personal opinion.

On YouTube, I have listened to quite a few YouTubers on how to organize and manage a home. In some aspects, I am still learning as I go along. My mom became ill when I was young and she was bedridden for a couple of months and didn’t really ever recover from it. She dealt with depression and maybe anxiety for most of my life. When she became bedridden I had to do the cooking and “cleaning”. I use cleaning in quotes because, hey, I was a kid and kids don’t want to clean. I also had to do the dishes. We had so many dishes that we could go a week or so without washing, and that goes for cooking also. I procrastinated a lot because I didn’t want to do anything. I hated cleaning my room, actually, I should say that I hated tidying. We hardly ever cleaned, or at least I didn’t see my mom do it too often.

My parents got a divorce when I was really young. My mom and I moved from a three-bedroom, house to a three-room tiny house. It was literally tiny. The ceilings were about six feet high. My mom couldn’t lift her hands above her head because the ceilings were so low. We had a kitchen, dining room, and living room altogether in one room. There was a bedroom off to the side that was just big enough to have a full-size bed and a fold-up bed, twin size, and a dresser, and a small path to get into bed and to the bathroom and living area. Then we had a bathroom. We lived there for a short time until we moved into a two-bedroom apartment. The furniture seemed to be so big or we had so much of it that there as a path into every room of the apartment. I lived in clutter most of my life because we had sop much.

We had so much stuff that we did laundry twice a month and at times once a month. We could do dishes for almost every two weeks. There was a time I tried to get rid of some excess stuff, mostly dishes that for everyone that I got rid of it seemed that 10 more took its place. My mom would get so mad at me. That’s why I never decluttered tidied or cleaned. I felt like it was useless and I didn’t like getting yelled at. My mom never taught me how to properly take care of a house because she was so sick.

Now that I am older I am trying to teach my child to take care of a house more properly, a little at a time when there is a lot and not to let the house get so out of control. Not to get too stressed out about things and take a large task a little at a time. Interested in how I do it? Subscribe to my blog, Facebook page to follow me on my journey or contact me about my services.