For months I have struggled to tackle the issue at hand. Each day I would try to take small steps, but still, it grew. It has been clear for a long time now that this is not something I can handle on my own.

I finally built up the courage to ask for help.

This alone is a big step for me.

In a single day, we tackled the overwhelming majority of the mess. All that remains are bits and bobs we broke down into small tasks. Little things that aren't urgent. By taking care of one little thing each day, I can build some habits, all things willing. Or something. Best laid plans and all that jazz.

For the time being, I am excited, I am hopeful, and at least a little proud of myself for reaching out to ask for help, even if it was a bit late.

And now for something completely different