still trying to clean

✨End of Day 3 of Trying to Get My Life Together (After 2 Years of Bed Rotting in a Biohazard Room)✨

We made progress, folks. Not fake, imaginary, “I lit a candle and felt better” progress—actual, visible, physical progress. The kind where you look around and go, “Huh. I can see parts of the floor that haven’t seen daylight since 2022.”

I took out a bunch of clothes. Like, a pile of fabric that had achieved sentience levels of clothing. And I tackled the dishes. Were there moments I questioned my will to live while scrubbing crusted spaghetti sauce off a bowl from a forgotten timeline? Absolutely. But I did it. I even used soap. Actual soap.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, though. The room? Still a mess. We are still firmly in the “before” portion of every makeover montage ever. But the vibe has shifted. There’s forward momentum. And honestly, for the first time in a while, I feel a tiny spark of hope—and maybe that’s just the Windex fumes talking.

🧼 MINI WINS OF THE DAY:

• Trash bag filled. Not all the way. But, like, more than halfway. Enough to feel like I deserve a reward.

• Dishes out of the room. I repeat: DISHES. OUT. OF. THE. ROOM. including the emotnol suport cup:(

• Folded one (1) shirt and placed it on a surface that isn’t the floor. Revolutionary.

• Didn’t cry when I saw how much more there is to do. Growth.

🧠 THOUGHTS I HAD WHILE CLEANING:

• “Is this shirt dirty or just emotionally exhausting to wear?”

• “If I throw out this cup, will my ancestors weep?”

• “Is it weird to narrate my own life while I clean?” (Spoiler: no. I’m the main character now.)

🌱 THE PLAN (for tomorrow, because hope is a muscle):

• Keep removing stuff. Clothes, trash, shame—whatever doesn’t serve me.

• Actually vacuum. If I can find it. If not, maybe just aggressively stomp around and call it “manual suction.”

• Try to make one area feel peaceful. Even if it's just a clean corner I can stare at dramatically.

• Keep blasting music like I’m in a coming-of-age movie montage, because it’s either that or collapse.

So yeah, it’s still chaos. But it’s organized chaos now. And that, my friends, is a huge win. If you’re still rotting in your room wondering if it’s even worth trying—this is your reminder: it is. The floor exists. You just have to fight for it.

💌 End of Day 3. Bunny’s still tired, but slightly more functional. Let’s see what tomorrow brings.