I think the part of my brain that lets me organize things is broken.
It’s not that I don’t want to have a tidy and organized space. It’s just that every time I try to do it, it’s like my brain just puts up a gate and says no. Pushing myself through doesn’t work. Even 20/10s don’t work (sorry, PoM). I think it’s the planning ahead where things will go aspect that doesn’t work; it’s kind of the same shut-down that happens whenever I try to plan for the future. My shrink says it’s PTSD-related. Whatever it is, I can feel my neat-freak mother glaring over my shoulder. Le sigh.