u/aprickedthumb

Does what it says on the tin— I spent three hours unfucking my closet, decluttering and organizing and purging. I have a bag for goodwill and about 30 articles of clothing to list on Depop. All the other detritus found homes in their proper parts of the house. But now I’m so exceedingly sad. Why is that?

I should feel proud of getting on the right track and letting go of so much. I should be relieved that my closet is usable and I know what’s in it.

Has anyone else experienced post-unfucking sadness? Maybe I’m just weird, but I’d love any advice or commiseration yall have. I’ve loved lurking on here and learning from you all.