I lived for a while with stuff in disarray. Even though on the outside things were okay, it wasn't till I faced it that I felt like I didn't have this pulling me down. It took time and lots of time away too, but eventually I ended up liking it.

I'm facing a similar circumstance right now because I have to totally pack and clean an apartment in like a day or two. I spent two days avoiding it. Then I just started with tiny things, even crumpling a single piece of paper. In a little bit of time, two entire rooms were done, and it felt so good to throw out so much of my old papers and things that in a way represented a whole other life than the one I want for myself.

Sometimes physical actions like this can be very symbolic and end up changing things. I haven't felt this good in who knows when, and it started with crumpling a piece of paper.