The other day I took everything out of my bedroom and dumped it on the rec room floor. It was causing me stress because stuff was everywhere in my room and to clean up one part meant cleaning another first which meant cleaning another first. . . .

Now that it's all in one big pile. .. . I can't deal with it.

Is it a motivation thing, or am I just overwhelmed, or both. Arghhhh I can't stand it when I can't sort out my feelings.

I'm 35 years old and my mom is driving 400km to help me clean my room. I'm happy to see her, but feeling like a failure that I can't take care of myself.