My home is not a home anymore. I’m 28 years old, married, and I work full time. From an outside view in, I come across pretty normal. I do my best to appear social, but I spend as much time at home on my computer as I can. My wife does as well, although she is very socially anxious. We have two dogs, whom we love very much. My house however, has been essentially uninhabitable for nearly five years. It started as a small mess, then grew and grew. There is roughly three inches (in depth) worth of garbage on the floor of every room of the house. Mold, dog poo, take out boxes, just literal trash everywhere. The house itself isn’t in the best shape, but the mess inside makes it so awful. Due to a health issue, my wife is pretty limited to what she can do to help me clean. Once a week or so, I will scramble around the house, trying to clean. It seems though, that it gets worse everyday. I work six thirteen hours shift per week. I feel drained by the time my one day off arrives. We have a massive mouse infestation. I mean massive. They’ve ruined two fridges, our oven. Our microwave. All of our basic cooking things have been destroyed. I’ve been eating fast food for nearly three years straight. I live in a small town, so my options are Mcdonalds, Taco Bell, or Burger king. When we want to not feel like absolute trash for 5 minutes, we “splurge” and buy subway. Due to poor spending, and college loans. We are also in debt, so buying my way out of this problem isn’t an option. I pray every day for some burst of energy, some holy entity to come down, and help me get my a** into gear. I can’t live like this anymore. I don’t want to put my wife through this. I don’t want to put my dogs through this. I like in an actual s*** hole. I feel mentally sound, I am very capable of doing my job at work. I graduated college. I am socially sound. But one look at my house, and you would think some bat s*** crazy homeless person had been squatting there for a decade. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.