Today marks the day that I start working on the one place I’m afraid to even go near: my closet.

My closet is probably the worst part of my room, and the only clothes I get out of there anymore are the ones I have hanging on the door. A pile of Shopping Trip’s Past stands between me and my closet rod; just thinking about it makes me have a panic attack.

The pile in my closet began because my cat Coke (pictured above) would tear up plastic bags and anything in them. Eventually, I got into the habit of just throwing everything in there and closing the door. I used to be able to go in my closet and actually get dressed, but it’s gotten so bad that I can’t get past the doorway.

I will be armed with garbage bags and my Spotify playlist. I guess all that’s left is to get started!