Maybe it's not just children of mental illness, maybe it's families too or maybe it's just me - but ever in the back of my mind I find myself trying to figure out the why the how of this . . this . . whatever it is.
At least the hoarding. I can put a finger on the hoarding. I can positively identify it -
I think for each hoarder it is a number of things that build up and add into the hoarding. One of the things, maybe, is dyslexia. Which runs through my family. My mom has it, I have it to a degree and my daughter is very dyslexic. While researching about dyslexia I found out that one of the weaknesses dyslexics can have is with organization.
Huh - imagine that.
I know I struggle to maintain my home. A real battle, and I feel like I can only get one room "done" at a time.
True that at any one time, if you happened to come over, I'd have only one room nice while the others are . . well, strewn. I do have kids, after all.
That feels SO GOOD, but not good enough so that my living room floor is clear right now.
Just so you know, my living room, kitchen, dinning room and my bedroom are messy right now, BUT my bathroom and the kids bathroom looks great.