You have seen where we currently are in my first post about our journey to minimalism. It’s not quite perfect, and we haven’t reached our goal yet, but we will keep working on it!
Today I will share some photos that I am ashamed of.
Here is the ugly truth. This post will show where we were at before we decided we needed to commit to making some real changes. This isn’t even the worst it has ever been. Seriously. This is how it was even *after* we had gotten rid of countless items. I won’t even caption these photos. I seriously feel sick even looking at it!
It was so bad.
I don’t even have any photos capturing the truth since who really takes photos of their shameful messes? So these photos are rare and can’t even truly reflect the place we were in.
Really, it was embarrassing to have people stop in. If they did, I would absolutely *dread* them going in the house further than the front door. I felt so much shame. Not only was the house a disaster, cluttered and full of things we didn’t need, but it was also not the cleanest. I never was able to really scrub because of the sheer volume of stuff everywhere.
I made excuses.
I thought of reasons I couldn’t have a clean house.
I would tell myself, “everyone with kids has a messy home.”
That “I’m pregnant and homeschooling six other little ones! No one expects me to have a clean house!”
Or “This is just what life with seven kids looks like.”
The biggest one I would tell myself is that “I love that my house looks lived in, I would hate to live in a house that looked sterile or empty”.
But really. ALL of these were lies.
When I finally broke down, with a massive bout of PTSD and depression after the birth of my extremely premature baby and my near death, my husband began helping me change our ways. We decided to get rid of as much as possible. My mantra was “an empty house is a clean house” as I could barely function to make meals for my kids let alone clean the house. The depression was so crushing. And so we began.
We started with little steps. I realized that my kids not having pants on a regular basis was where I had to start since the idea of laundry crippled me. And I went through ALL the kids clothes. BINS and BINS and BINS of clothes. I decided to massively reduce the clothing so that I would only have 2 loads of laundry and the whole houses laundry would be washed. I kept spare clothing in a few bins, but only the best and cleanest items, and only a handful. And we began the first step to our journey of minimalism by starting our family closet.
It was then baby step after baby step. Little bits at a time. And we slowly started changing our life.
I suppose this is enough for today! I will have more to tell you as this series in our journey to minimalism goes on, you can read more in my next part found here! Thanks so much for reading!