If you were to walk in my house, you’d learn that my “mess” isn’t exactly “mess.” Rather, it’s an organized disorganized chaotic attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) system that only I understand.
Other people would just call it a mess, but I know better. A large reason that my place can get a little disorganized is that I need to see all the things I love or else I will forget about them.
If I don’t see my favorite book, I will forget I own it. If my camera isn’t right in front of my face, guess what? I forget about it for months on end.Read more on themighty.com