Level 1 hoarder from my parents. The house is walkable but its extremely cluttered with toys and art and "projects" and things I have to sell online. So I can't box anything up even if I had the physical energy for it. Right now I have a pile of like 10-15 worn out/chewed up/destroyed stuffed animals that I keep saying "I'll repair them eventually and customize them" but I don't have energy to do any of my hobbies anymofr and it just makes me sink deeper into depression. I don't wanna talk to any of my friends, I'm tired. I'm on the max amount of Duloxetine, and they took me off Spravato, and I have to go visit family which means no medical marijuana either. Legit thinking about finding a drug dealer when I go out of state .