I am working at reclaiming myself.
This means personal work,but also working to reclaim the space around me, namely Casa de Crazy. If one's environment is a reflection of one's inner state, it is painfully clear that I'm a complete wreck.
It all needs cleaning, purging, sorting through, and more cleaning.
Taken as a whole, it's too much.
So a little at a time I am taking it back.
The kitchen counters are cleaner and less cluttered. I can see the couch. Laundry is always behind, but less so today than yesterday.
This morning I cleaned my bathroom counter and swept the floor. Washed the sink and faucet. Cleared some boxes from the garage (race things that will be given out at a holiday event rather than sitting and moldering in my garage).
Most days I am tired, whipped, even when I've only just gotten up. Mental weariness takes a different kind of rest to ameliorate, and I don't have what I need to deal with it so it grinds on me. I ache physically, too, for no other reason than I have no idea why.
It's going to take a lot of small actions to clean up this big house, take back my home, get myself back, but I'm taking them.
An inch t a time.