I used to be a neat freak. Organized to a "t". Never late, always early. **** retentive in all aspects of living, if you will. When I started my slow descent into this black hole of depression h*** 10 years ago, I started getting messy. Housework started piling up slowly but surely, organization was lacking, and never would I arrive anywhere early. Fast forward to now -- I'm the exact opposite. My house is nasty! Organization? What is that? And rest assured, if I need to be somewhere at a certain time, I'll be late. Everything in my life has become a mess, including me. Argh!!!