After going batshit mental
towards the end of last year, I didn't clean for about 3 months. My apartment was fucking filthy, the only thing I did was replace the cat litter every couple of days and wash out their food bowls.

It came to a head late December when I was in the hospital under a 5150 (mental health hold) and my boyfriend was appalled at the state of the place (he fed the cats - I never ever had people over, not even him).

I spent 3 days over new year scrubbing and cleaning every corner, and once it was done.....WOW!
I had a small dinner party, and it really helped my mental health - just having a clean apartment.
Now? Mentally I'm on the road to recovery, I have a list of daily/weekly/monthly chores on my fridge, and I stick to it. It's awesome waking up every day in a clean apartment. I also have my friends over at least twice a week.

Last weekend, I drove to Arizona and spent 2 days cleaning my boyfriends sons place. Put the same list of chores on his fridge. He is loving having a clean apartment, too.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 19:43, 1 reply)

I didn't get 5150-ed
But when I went batshit mental, the only thing I kept clean was my hamster's cage. It got to the point where I didn't eat because I didn't want to wash any dishes (upside: lost 50 pounds in a year!). It dragged on for two years before I entered myself into an outpatient recovery program.

Since then I've found that keeping on a schedule and keeping up with chores really helps keep me sane. It helps to always assume that someone is going to come over to my house when I least expect it, so I should never be tossing dirty panties all over the place.


Epilogue: Pipsqueak the hamster died of a tumor. So did Kiwi. Stupid inbreeding...
(Exempt OH WOW, VICODIN, Sat 27 Mar 2010, 21:13, closed)