Collyers Mansion information was the original trigger to my attempts to battle with my Squalor. Recently I came close to seriously injuring myself because of my squalor, in a situation reminiscent of Collyers Mansion. I had trailing wires in my main room; I caught my foot in a loop and went sprawling. I landed inches away from cutting my head open on the corner of a set of drawers.
My squalor scares me, not just because of the health and safety concerns, but literally it causes me nervous anxiety. I hate living in a dump, but I struggle to change it.
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