Introduction
A clean living room after tidying up — a small sanctuary of calm. I never thought I’d find cleaning inspiring, but one morning I stood amidst scattered papers and dishes, feeling a little lost. I decided to spend the day focusing on scrubbing, dusting, and decluttering — basically chasing away the dust bunnies who had made themselves at home under my couch. By the time the sun set and the countertops sparkled, I realized the real transformation wasn’t just in the room around me, but in my mind. That day I discovered how a clean space could plant seeds of calm in my heart and bring healing to my soul.
Why Cleaning Matters
I learned quickly that a tidy room can do wonders for your well-being. Cleaning isn’t just chores — it’s a form of self-care, and here are a few reasons why it really matters:
Better mood: A neat space often translates to a clearer mind and less stress. When everything has its place, it’s easier to breathe and focus on the present.
Health perks: Dusting and sanitizing remove germs and allergens, protecting your body as well as your brain. A clean kitchen or bathroom can literally keep you healthier.
Sense of control: When life feels chaotic, choosing to tidy something—even just one drawer—gives you a quick win and restores a bit of order.
Productivity boost: Working or relaxing in a clean spot helps you focus and feel accomplished. A cleared desk or countertop can make any task feel more doable.
Even small cleaning efforts can ripple into a calmer, clearer life. Turning on a favorite playlist and scrubbing a dish can feel like a mini-therapy session, reminding you that you’re taking steps to care for yourself.
My Healing Journey Through Cleaning
A few months ago, I was in a really rough patch. My anxiety was through the roof, and my apartment was a reflection of that chaos — laundry piles, junk mail stacks, and dirty mugs were everywhere. One morning I decided to try something different: I turned on some music and made myself do one small thing. I started by washing a single cup and felt a tiny spark of hope.
With each drawer I organized or window I wiped, a bit of stress lifted — it was like I was sweeping away worries alongside the dust. It sounds strange, but tackling the physical clutter became a way to tackle the mental clutter. Even on days when I felt stuck, I promised myself one tiny task — maybe wiping down a tabletop or putting away a pile of clothes. Little by little, the mountain of mess became manageable, and a creeping sense of calm grew in its place. In the end, cleaning wasn’t a punishment — it was self-care. Each swipe of a rag felt like a hug to myself, and each sparkling corner was proof of a small victory.
Small Steps, Big Wins
Even basic supplies (like a sponge and spray bottle) can work wonders in a quick tidy-up. Try these tiny tasks to deliver big motivation:
Make your bed every morning. It’s quick and instantly makes your bedroom feel more serene.
Tidy as you go. Put dishes or clothes away right after using them — a few extra seconds now saves an avalanche of clutter later.
Focus on a hot spot. Pick one clutter zone (like a kitchen counter or a desk) and clear it. Winning one battle at a time is empowering.
Set a 5-minute timer. Challenge yourself to do a quick clean-up sprint. A short burst of effort can spark the motivation to keep going.
Add a soundtrack. Play upbeat music or a favorite podcast while you work. Turning chores into a dance party makes cleaning feel much lighter.
Small wins add up fast. You’ll be amazed how checking off little tasks can transform both your space and your mindset.
The Birth of The Dust Settles
I got to thinking: if cleaning was helping me this much, maybe it could help others, too. So I started a little blog and named it The Dust Settles. The name felt just right: as dust settles, so do we. Sometimes we find ourselves settling on where we are or who we are with. On this blog, I share my wins, struggles, and those quirky tips that got me through a tough day.
Writing The Dust Settles turned cleaning from a solo chore into a shared adventure. It’s a reminder that when the dust really does settle, something beautiful and new can emerge from the calm. Every time I see a reader smile at a before-and-after photo or say they felt inspired to start cleaning, it feels like another gentle victory.
Conclusion
If your place is a bit messy right now, remember: you only need to start small. That one broom swipe or folded shirt is already a win. Cleaning doesn’t have to be overwhelming — break it into teeny tasks and celebrate each one. Turn it into something fun (hello, favorite jam or silly podcast), and it becomes a chance to treat yourself.
In my experience, cleaning isn’t just a chore — it’s a way to care for myself. And that, to me, is a pretty great victory. So grab that sponge or vacuum, take a deep breath, and enjoy the process. When you sit back and watch the dust settle, you might just find a little more peace waiting for you on the other side.
Where the Light Got In: A Story of Survival and Strength
Truth Over Toxicity: Part 1 – The Awakening
There are parts of my story that still sting when I say them out loud.
Parts I wish weren’t true, parts I fought so hard to rewrite… until I realized the only way out was through.
Toxic love taught me to doubt myself. It taught me to second-guess my worth, to silence my gut, to shrink myself into something “more acceptable” — as if my light needed dimming to be loved.
For a long time, I lived in that shadow. I stayed. I made excuses. I held onto hope like it was oxygen, even when it was suffocating me.
But truth? Truth doesn’t leave you gasping for air.
Truth frees you.
The day I chose truth over toxicity wasn’t some perfect, Hollywood-moment triumph. It was ugly. It was sobbing on the bathroom floor, fighting every instinct to run back to what was familiar. It was standing in front of the mirror, seeing a stranger, and whispering, “You deserve better” — even when I didn’t fully believe it yet.
Healing has been slow. Gritty. Gut-wrenching. Beautiful.
I learned that survival mode isn’t living.
That silence in a toxic relationship is louder than any screaming match.
That I am allowed to want more — real connection, real love, real peace.
Now?
I’m still healing. Still learning. Still loving the broken, bruised, beautiful parts of me back to life.
But I’m here. Breathing. Growing. Smiling without pretending.
Every step I take away from toxicity is a step closer to myself.
And I will never again trade my peace for someone else’s chaos.
If you’re in the thick of it — crawling your way out, clinging to whatever hope you can find — let me tell you:
You’re not crazy. You’re not dramatic. You’re not weak.
You’re waking up.
You’re rising.
And this messy, painful, glorious journey you’re on?
It’s not a detour — it’s the way home.
Tell me your glow up story – I’m cheering for you.
– Nette