I flip the light switch on and I’m immediately greeted by the sight of my living room; a small, confined space full of utter chaos.

 

There are books and old newspapers scattered everywhere, littered all over the floor and the counter and the sofa, and there’s an ever-growing pile of plastic bottles in the kitchen corner that I should have taken out to recycling over a month ago. It’s messy as hell, to say the least, and a perfect reflection of my current state of mind.

 

I just stand in the open doorway for a few seconds, feeling weak as I regard the disorganized space and knowing good and well that nothing about it will be changing anytime soon. At least not for the better. Not with the way I’m feeling right now.

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