Cleaning really does something to the soul. There’s a strange, undeniable calm that comes from scrubbing away grime—not just from surfaces, but from the mind too. I genuinely felt lighter, like the weight pressing on my chest had lifted just a little. The murderous thoughts I’d been nurturing towards my boss had dropped by ten percent, and in contrast, the will to live had surged up by a staggering eighty. Turns out, those OCD-satisfying cleaning videos were right—deep cleaning is oddly therapeutic.
With the whole apartment now gleaming like a polished gem, radiant in a way it rarely ever looked, I couldn’t resist capturing the moment. I pulled out my phone and clicked pictures of the kitchen, then the bathroom, then finally my room. It felt like proof of a battle won—something worthy of
