Based on that description, plus lots and lots of tears, I decided it was definitely an anxiety attack.
Everywhere I turn in my home, I feel like the walls are closing in on me. While my home is nothing like something you'd see on Hoarders, there are piles everywhere. Literally.
This is my bedroom. There are piles of folded laundry, piles of unfolded laundry, piles of magazines, piles of pillows, piles of DVDs, piles of books, piles of piles! Piles, piles, piles! I am so overwhelmed and don't even know where to begin! I can't find anything, I don't know where to put anything, and this is only my bedroom!
While the other rooms in my home aren't anywhere near this bad, the prospect of going through it all is just so draining!
Sadly, my pile problem is only the tip of the anxiety ice berg. I feel like I have been doing so much for so many on my own for so long, I just need to stop. I need to stop taking care of everyone's stuff and start dealing with my own. I need to set up well-defined boundaries and only say, "Yes!" to the things that are important to me - my kids, my boyfriend, my family, my close friends, and of course my dog.
It's time for me to stop making excuses for my life careening out of my control. I need to get my house back in order, my money back in order, my health back in order, and most importantly my sanity back in order.





















