I’ve been dealing with a nasty breakup for a few weeks now. This has made me stay on a downward spiral, but today was different. I got this burst of energy and motivation to clean my room today after looking around my room and seeing photos or gifts from my ex/fp. I couldn’t keep replaying all of those memories in my head, so I decided to clean - this is not a simple task. I’m a depressed hoarder, which should give you an idea of what my room has looked like for years.

I cleaned it. I did it by myself. It took me hours and I’m not done yet but I’m just so fucking happy. I put everything they gave me into some bags and put them away. It still hurts like hell but I feel like I’m doing something right for once. 