I had an epiphany last night. I finally realized that a major contributing factor to my depression is my husband's hoarding. When I used to work, I could at least somewhat control what my work environment looked like, although people always said to me a clean desk is the sign of a messy mind. But at least I could keep it clean!

When we moved into our home 10 years ago, I told my husband that he could keep all his stuff in the garage and that I didn't want any of that crap in the house. Well guess what? It's in the house and has grown over 10 years. And, he also hoards food.

Since I'm unemployed, I've started working on my "inner chef" and experimenting with food, which was making me happy. It gave me a sense of purpose and something to look forward to. But, I'm overwhelmed with all the junk that's in the kitchen/dining room and I can't get anything into the cabinets. That makes me depressed.

I've tried and tried to get my husband to get rid of some of his stuff, I mean, do we really need to keep t-shirts from when he was in high school? I can't physically get rid of the stuff without him because not only is the stuff in boxes, but it's piled up to the roof.

He may get his comeuppance when he realizes we'll have to sell that stuff in order to keep our home. It's unfortunate that it may come to that though.

Well, I'm glad I had this epiphany!