Back home & alone again after spending the week at my father's home with my 3 children. They're living else where but I get to see them at least every weekend in my father's home. And there's hope that if I do get my place back to how it should be my children can return home to me.
Tomorrow the people from the charity that helps declutter, cleans & organise homes like mine are coming round, in the morning. To say I'm feeling nervous, anxious & afraid would be an understatement. I don't know if they know what is "rubbish" & I'm sure they're thinking the same thing about me lol.
I know I can get my home back with help, but it depends what kind of help that is. Chucking all my things out is not what I would call help, sifting through it all on the other hand is. In the past the kind of help I was offered amounted to ditching your possession as trash & starting from scratch, also known as a "Blitz Clean". I couldn't do that, infact I'm pretty darn sure that for me this approach would probably have been more likely to increase the hoarding behaviour. It would of at least traumatised & damaged me psychologically.
I'm off to bed now with a sleeping pill so that I can at least try to be as well rested as possible for tomorrow.
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