I can always tell my mental state by the status of my house. A clean, organized home means a clear, put-together mind. If I’m on top of things house-wise, that usually means I’m feeling pretty put together.
My house is a mess.
I am running on fumes. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep in two weeks — or make that eight years. I know I write a lot about how chaotic my life is, mostly because it’s strangely therapeutic for me to overshare and I also feel like I am connecting to the hundreds of women out there who might be feeling somewhat like I am — or at least they can read my column and be grateful they aren’t as crazy as me.