Every 6 months or so, it gets to the point where going into my bedroom gives me panic attacks due to the lack of clean space. I usually try to ignore the feeling, sometimes moving out onto the couch in the family room, but after about two weeks of being aware of the discomfort, I give in. I suck it up and clean my room. This time, I put off cleaning for probably eight or nine months, and now my room is uninhabitable. You wouldn't know it from looking at the photo, but I've actually made quite a dent so far. I started this morning at nine a.m. so I'm taking a lunch break and resting a bit.
And I've only shown you the doorway. The rest of my room isn't any better.
Now it's time to conquer the land of forgotten trash.