The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs.
– Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
Apparently clutter and mess have myriad negative impacts on one's mental state. I felt much better than I have in a month, after tidying and cleaning my bedroom and sorting through some old Married Things. I felt so good I went out and bought new sheets, new towels, a new shower curtain and a shower organizer thing-y, a plant and a wicked door mat to make my place even better. I guess what I wonder is if the clutter and mess isn't perhaps the result of a messed up, confused mind, not the other way around. My place is never such a disaster when I'm feeling fine.