I just emptied my laundry basket and it made me cry.

I’ve been cleaning on-and-off for about 2 weeks now, every time I have some energy. Every little pile I sorted through ended up having some dirty clothes I completely forgot about (I even remember a few months ago, drunkenly thinking “where the fuck are all my clothes?”). I kept doing laundry load after laundry load, I’d completely fill my clothes line and still have a shorts/shirts on chairs drying. My closet is full now, I didn’t even realize I had this many shirts and I just put on the last load. That’s all of it. Every sock, every shirt. All the piles are gone so there’s nothing more. I literally don’t remember the last time that Basket was empty, by the smell as I got further down; years.

I’m fucking scared shitless that any day now I’m going to start slipping backwards and go back to being a fuck-up, but for right now I’m trying to focus on how happy I am that I can finally do The Thing!