So during and shortly after high school, I had very frequent anxiety attacks, almost every other day even when I had two very close friends living with me in my dads house. After they’d left, I started focusing on my bedroom, the room the three of us shared. It was chaotic, nothing was coordinated and it just felt kinda mismatched. As time progressed I started hating being in there because everything just felt cobbled together and wrong. I started buying new stuff for it, bedspread, desk, curtains, everything. After a month or two, it started looking more coordinated and I started adding small stuff to make it bearable to be in. A lamp, a wax warmer, just things to make it home. I had to move in with my grandpa and had to leave a lot, my desk was broken in the process, I lost my bed, and everything but my TV, PC, and PlayStation. I gave up, I had to start over completely and gave up on trying to make my room like that again. I moved once more since then, and as I type this, it’s worse than it was before I started. My mental health has gotten worse than it has in the past two years, and I only just realized the cause of it, and I’m finally gonna start working towards getting back to how I was. I really don’t know why I’m even posting this, in all honesty, but I just wanna let SOMEONE know.