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