Decluttering has always provided me a sense of control, especially when facing life's unpredictability. After my second child was diagnosed with disabilities, this urge intensified.
Cleaning before my firstborn made me feel I was preparing for the chaos ahead. However, after my second child's birth, I dove deeper into decluttering as a means to cope.
With my son's diagnosis came a pressing need to erase clutter from my life. I found clarity and relief in donating items I didn't need, focusing instead on essentials.
The organization became essential for my mental health. Donating items, even sentimental ones, allowed me to make room for the emotional weight of caring for my son.
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