I’ve always been a very anxious person–easily overwhelmed and stressed; consumed by worry; overly sensitive; and prone to outbursts and panic attacks.
And I’ve always been extremely sloppy and disorganized–constantly losing and misplacing things; a bedroom floor made out of shoes and laundry; a car full of trash and forgotten items; and forever procrastinating.
The two qualities perpetuated one another for years. Every once in a while I’d actually be motivated by my anxiety over school, work, or my toxic social circle that I’d find myself upheaving my pigsty of a bedroom for hours on end until it was transformed into a somewhat liveable human-grade room.
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