it’s the perfectionism that drives the ocd into this hot mess disasteri look around my apartment at the piles of things when my mom calls to ask me what i did all day it’s always “i moved piles from one place to another” and in my head i can see the cleaner version of my place but what i also see is the multitude of steps it will take to get there because my ocd requires it all to be perfect and there will be 87 different tasks to complete before this pile can be moved into that home   i’ve lived in my current place for almost seven years and i just now got all of my books put away granted i have a small library because i needed to organize them pull out what i didn’t want scan them into goodreads so i had my own inventory organize that find all of the piles of books around my placeit was exhausting   my apartment looks like an organized mess but i see it as potential exhaustion and that’s why it’s stagnant