The Young Witch Folded Her Clothes

Ya'll. This is accomplishment of epic proportions. Like EPIC. Do you know how long it has been since I folded and put away my clothes like a normal human being? I'm actually doing laundry right now! Of my own volition.

It really is the small things sometimes that bring nothing but a proud sense of I've done

What a cat

something good. The past two week, I sorted everything in my room in to keep and donations, filled up the van with at least two loads of those said donations, started working on my photography class and doing different projects, continued my Wall of Weird (my massive poster collection), decorated and made my alter all pretty (and have Howl decide that it was his), wrote a sermon, preached said sermon and then had a fun night of Dungeons and Dragons with my friends where we all died, except for Maddie. Because she asked nicely.

She looks just a little too pleased with herself there

And now, I've dusted off my laptop and have begun to write this lovely blog post, because the thing I'm proudest of is the fact that I folded all my clothes.

For people who deal with anxiety and depression (such as myself), this can be pretty big. Rooms are a huge expression of who we are and how we are dealing with life at the moment. I have a friend, who once told me when their depression was getting bad, they should have noticed by how their room looked.

And honestly, it's very correct. The more messy a room, the less willing I am to clean it. I get severe anxiety over where to start, what needs attention most and how do I even begin. That's not even to discuss how the room typically got messy in the first place. Usually it's because I'm in a constant state of anxiety and a need to focus on everything else other than what's really going on in mind.

I can't say that everyone who deals with anxiety has these same issues and thoughts when it comes to cleaning and issues like this, but I know enough do. In times like this, it can help to have someone there to help you sort through (this is why I have a mom that likes to make lists), but you have to tell people when you struggle.

I've had a lot of things have been eating at me these past few weeks: the pandemic, a job I've had several interviews for, whether my sermon would be any good or if I would ever actually get this room done. That's just the tip of the iceberg, really. My mental illnesses are pretty under control thanks to the medication I take, but sometimes things slip. And it's okay. Because things slip out sometimes. We just have to know that if we can do the littlest things, then we've done something good.