When I was 20 years old, I had a mental breakdown that led me into getting admitted to hospital about week later. I was struggling silently with anxiety and depression for years, and I had loads of different, harmful coping mechanisms that I would do to handle it and push it down which only made things worse for me!
Because depression and anxiety don’t go away if you ignore it, they become bigger, meaner and uglier until it completely engulfs you, and then before you know it, you’re not talking to your family, you stop speaking to your friends, you’re anxious about everything, you’re quieter, you feel lonely, the list goes on! And when the sadness doesn’t feel so loud anymore you become numb, then you neglect even more things that feel impossible to do like wanting to shower, or brushing your teeth, or cleaning your room, and even looking in the mirror! Depression makes us blind to the things that help us function, and I still struggle with these things in my day-to-day life.
It’s a vicious cycle when I come out of a depressive fog, because it makes me even more depressed when I see how messy my room has gotten! And it’s always my room, it always looks like a crime scene, and I get so overwhelmed with it that it puts me back in that blind haze I was in, so in turn it just keeps getting worse. Our bedrooms are our most vulnerable spaces, it’s where we nest, dream, and get naked, and when we get depressed some of us spend a lot of time in them.
When I was in hospital, my bedroom was constantly in the back of my mind, I couldn’t even walk to my door, or sleep in my bed, and I was terrified of my dad or anyone in my family uncovering my big dirty secret.
If you’re looking around your room right now and are overwhelmed with the mess, please know that it didn’t get that way because you’re lazy or dirty, this could be a symptom of depression and it’s not your fault it get likes it, it’s more common than you think! My Mum was the same as me, it’s just something that happens that makes us feel like shit! it’s not the end of the world, it’s just mess and it can be cleaned. Besides you have more important things going on inside you that need more attention. Brain first, room later, however just because we are going through depression doesn’t mean we don’t deserve a clean space.
Trigger warning - this is what mine looked like before I went into hospital.
It’s bad. I know, I’m debating whether to even show this to tell you the truth, but if yours is the same or worse or not as bad, it could make you feel a little better, it would have made me feel better! Because this picture encompasses everything I was feeling back then, and this is how depression can look sometimes. I took a picture in the hopes that it would motivate me into cleaning it, spoiler alert it didn’t! But I will say my room has never been this bad since, so small wins.
We have extremely low motivation when we’re in this head space, so it makes it so much harder to know where to start or when we want to clean it, and that’s when asking for support really is important if you can ask for it. I couldn’t at the time, I was too scared and ashamed, still am sometimes, but I didn’t need to be! Because it’s not impossible, and it can be done, however I know how hard it can be to do that.
It feels taboo that I’m even going to attempt to write about depression let alone the mess that it makes because it’s so personal to everyone. It feels like this big ugly secret, and that if we say it out loud the ground will swallow us up and Bloody Mary will appear. She won’t, she’s not real, but depression is very real! and even though having depression is unique to everyone and it doesn’t fit in a “one size fits all” box we can all agree that it’s a plague on our lives and that it takes and takes so much from us, until we’re just shells of the people we once were. Sounds depressing, I know! But It’s because it literally is.
So, when I was in hospital, my dad and my sisters went into my room, and they were stunned. They didn’t realise how bad it got, and although it was an emotional experience for them, they cleaned it, and even gave me a bedroom makeover! When my dad told me this I was mortified and destroyed! We had a big fight, and I was so embarrassed, I felt so exposed and ashamed. They did the most nicest and most kindest thing that anyone has ever done for me, and I was devastated, but they changed my life and I am so grateful for them, and grateful for what they did for me, and even to this day, they have no judgement when I ask for help sometimes, and I realise how lucky I am for my sisters and how lucky I was for my Dad.
If you want to start cleaning your room and you don’t want to ask anyone, start doing little things each day to clean it, and eventually you’ll get to a place when you might feel comfortable asking for help from a friend, and if not just keep doing those baby steps and eventually it will get easier. I still get so overwhelmed when my room gets messy, but I do those small steps and it does help me, and when it’s clean, a weight will be lifted off your shoulders, it won’t cure your depression, but it will lessen that anxiety you feel when you are surrounded by chaos.
It’s so easy to think that nobody cares for you when you’re depressed, but people in your life do care, and they do want to help you! Messy rooms can come and go, it’s our minds that need cleaning and a mental makeover.
Thanks for reading this post, I hope that it can help you if you’re going through the same thing, because it’s incredibly difficult to go through this alone! Now that you've seen my messy room, show me yours, theres no shame here.
Sad Girl
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