I begin to clean my room.  The room I have occupied since my wedding night.  The room I have not cleaned since before the accident.  Piles of stuff.  Dirt.  The smell of dog pee.  I know it's in there somewhere.  Yes.  It's gross.  And that's what I have been living in.  I can barely begin to clean.  I can't stay focused on anything.  I try.  I have help sometimes.  A friend who is quiet and gentle comes to be by my side.  We clean or organize and then it seeps in again.  I hate living like ... View Post