I don't think its ok that I want to hyperventilate at the thought of there being too many clothes in my closet (they are all touching and undoing the ironing job and mom's clothes have begun to invade on my space!!) or that boxes are crowding my floor begging to be unpacked but there is no place for any of it to go.
All my clothes are too tight. Nothing keeps me warm. I don't feel heavier, but my pants insist that I am. There is no space. Anywhere. I can't do anything until my room is clean.
Ok, time to put on my happy face!