“Why aren’t people more vulnerable on social media? Why does everything look so fake?”

This, right here. 

My story of cleaning the playroom involves me nearly dying two years ago, being unable to cope with reality, then diagnosed with PTSD, coming out of that into a deep depressive episode, and then being too overwhelmed to clean up a mess I didn’t have the courage to curtail. My kids were allowed free rein of that room for an hour and a half per day 2-3 days per week. I simply didn’t care to stop it. Did the babysitter make a mistake? Sure. The only point at which it occurred me to to stop it was when I found Legos in the alley between houses — while I wasn’t home and the nanny was, they’d been dropping them from the playroom’s second story window, which was fully open — a massive security and safety risk. 

At that point, I took action, reconfigured my life, but I didn’t clean the playroom, partly because my mind wouldn’t let me, and partly because it became so overwhelming, I shut down. That’s exactly how actual hoarding works: by the time you realize you need to do something, you simply can’t.

The audacity of some people online just blows me away. You think I’d post just some random mess on Twitter? It’s quite clearly more than that.