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I live alone and struggle just to keep my living room clean, my room, forget it. I also rarely have people over because of shame that I haven’t the energy or drive to make it presentable. My shame is that I struggle with it so much more than friends I have. Could be ADD or depression or both but either way I have never found myself to be any better at it than I am now even though I am treated for both conditions.

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