Overwhelmed: When Clutter Becomes Too Much

Here I am, a little over six weeks since my home has sold, and I'm now in my apartment. The apartment is 300 square feet smaller than my house. Basically the size of one room. And less one two-car garage. And the kitchen barely has any cabinets. Needless to say, the unpacking and re-organizing part of the move has been the hardest part of the journey so far.

What this has created is nothing but anxiety and depression. And sickness. I've actually come down with a cold that turned into bronchitis, sidelining me in the process. No one wants to do anything when they are sick, and no one does anything when they are depressed. And anxiety in itself is crippling. 

But how does one get past it? Good question. I'm trying to figure that one out as I go. 

There is a definitive correlation between physical clutter and internal distress. I know for me, clutter makes me feel claustrophobic, and claustrophobia is one of my greatest phobias. No wonder I am struggling with anxiety and depression. But aside from that, it sucks the life out of us. We look upon it and immediately see defeat, rather than a challenge. 

The funny thing is that my master bedroom didn't look too different from the cover photo, and I tackled it in one afternoon. Now my master bedroom, while not completely finished (or else I'd post a photo), is 80% clutter free. I just need to finish that last 20%. 

But the mess in the cover photo is what needs to be tackled. This is what people see when the first walk in my apartment. This is what I see when I come in. I cannot escape it. I cannot close the door on this. I have to finish it. And I need to do it now. So, today, I will tackle it. One step at a time.