You feel like tidying when you feel bad?
I never feel like it.
Even when I feel good.
When I am sick I will lie in bed watching the dog hair drifts pile up and think,"In a thousand years They will find my dead mummified body under all this... and put me in a museum."
Feel better soon.
Pretty much the only times when I feel like tidying/cleaning are when I'm upset about something, and the nervous energy means I can't sit still.But looking around at accumulating mess just depresses me. Seeing that I have managed to claim even a little ground from the entropy that tries to engulf me every day gives me a (perhaps illusory) sense of accomplishment. Living with depression can feel like a war at times; I take my victories any way I can get them.
From the album that my husband dubbed, "Bruce's Buns:"
(Diva probably won't want to listen to that - I know I would find the E Street Band a bit hard to take when I don't feel well.)