Exactly. My brain clashes. I'm pretty diligent about order, because disorder is a major stressor for me. Without order, I can't remember where anything is. Not being able to find things can bring on panicking meltdowns (and is one of the worst triggers for straight up terror over losing my mind).

Not being able to find something led to one of my most humiliating public scenes. But I digress. Point is, I not only like order, I need it.

But in severe depression, it all goes to hell. Things just land wherever. I don't even see it (and I'm a very visual person(!)) Whatever hodgepodge of clothes is on the floor will be worn for days.

And yet, I don't self-identify as a slob(!) Go figure. Maybe it's because it's not "me". Maybe because while it's happening, I don't care to the point of not caring about not caring, so it kind of ceases to exist as a concept.(???)

Yup, here too. And I'm into minimal. It helps. With 4 forks, for instance, the chaos is self-limiting. I don't want to imagine what it would be like with a "typical" amount of stuff.