How to tell I am single: this picture is the other side of my bed. My bed is my sanctuary and my little Nest. A place from which I write, draw, watch Netflix and generally spend my relaxation time.

I never actually make my bed. It always seems like a pointless exercise. Sure it gets clean sheets every week, but I never tuck in blankets or make it look pretty. I’m just going to untuck everything and recover it in my creature comforts anyway.

Perhaps some of this is a function of the mental illness I live with. I know others with bipolar disorder who struggle to keep things organized as well. Right now, this is the corner of my room:

As you can see, I have some picking up to do before I can vacuum.

Some days my inability to keep my space organized is overwhelming. I just sit on my bed and ignore the rest of it, just as a way to stay sane. It’s probably not the healthiest of options, but cleaning is often more than I can bear.

My bed is my hideaway. I bring things to it to make it more comfortable like a bird feathering its nest and I feel safe.

Photos by me.


4 thoughts on “Other

  1. Hey you ahead of me in writing, love it. Bipolar šŸ˜˜šŸ˜„šŸ˜ž but you coping. I got diagnosed prostate cancer and couple months ago and recently something wrong with my bladder! I am doing me,
    Was living in NYC for 30 yrs now in Jamaica ,not by choice but hey we on WordPress šŸ˜‚

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