Apartment Alchemy
I beat myself up when my apartment is a mess and my depression gets in the way of cleaning it
By Synda Hewson
I beat myself up when my apartment is a mess and my depression gets in the way of cleaning it
Sometimes I’ll look around and get overwhelmed not knowing where to start
Books are piled high along the bedside
Paint bottles scattered across my desk
Half finished projects all over my floor
Crumpled up written thoughts thrown
But I get a sense of who I am when I look into my mess and all the things that even led to it
I’m
Learning
Creating
Starting
Trying
So, I pick myself up and I pick up my apartment
Place each book back in its assigned spot on the shelf
Wonder what other information I could learn
Put the bottles of paint back in their rows on the stand
Be inspired by what I could create with them
Take my half finished work and organize them on my desk
Get excited for the moments they’ll be completed
Grab the crumpled up notebook paper off my bedroom floor
Be willing to give my written thoughts another shot
Go to my kitchen to wash my sink stacked full of dishes; but at least I know I’m eating
Sweep the cat hair off the wooden floors; I’m happy I have a furry best friend around
Pick up all the laundry that I’ve been ignoring; I’ll put my favorite songs on while I fold them
Vacuum the dirt off the carpet and rugs; vacuum my mind from negativity at the same time
Take out the trash bags by the doorway; also gets me to have a small walk outside
Make my bed and clear off my nightstand; hopefully now I’ll be able to sleep better
When my depression comes to town and stays at my house its mess can be overwhelming; I’ll do apartment alchemy—
Picking myself up and picking up my apartment