I’m trying minimalism (to see how it would impact epilepsy) so you don’t have to.

My chronic illness causes constant fatigue. My body is battling itself from the inside, and it’s hard to deal with anything on the outside. Housework falls by the wayside; it is just too hard to make things happen. Everyday I got to see things getting piled up larger and larger, waiting for the time that I felt good enough to do something about it. And that time rarely comes.

One day I took a good long look at my house, and my life, and finally decided I needed to do something drastic to help me. What I ended up looking in to, was minimalism. At first I thought, “how ridiculous? I love the majority of my items in my home, I will never be able to part with them. I should just give up now.”

As I read, I found minimalism didn’t mean living with nothing, it meant living with less.

Research shows brain fatigue increases when it has to process more in an environment. Brain fatigue means body fatigue. Studies have found that clutter in a space raises cortisol levels. Cortisol is your stress hormone. Therefore clutter hits you with a double whammy, to your physical and mental health.

The more I thought about it, the more it started to look good for my epileptic brain. With things being simplified and reduced in my house, my brain would not need to use as much energy (because it really does not have any to spare). 

So, this is where we started.

Chalk board reminder if our Keep It Conditions.

Set some guidelines to help you out with the decision making process of what to keep, donate, or trash. Actually write these down, so that you have something visual to reference. Our guidelines are: 

  • Have I used this in the last year? Will I use it in the upcoming year?
  • Can it be replaced for less than or equal to $20? Can it be borrowed?
  • Would I purchase this item again?
  • Is this living out the purpose for which it was created? Or have I found a better use for this and it is currently doing its job?
  • Am I keeping it out of guilt?
  • if I had the opportunity, would I sell it in a yard sale?
  • Could somebody else use it or love it more?
  • Does it “spark joy”? (Inspired by the KonMari method)

My largest collection that sparks joy is my wardrobe. I love my clothing. I do not buy an item of clothing that will not create at least three complete outfits with the clothing items that I currently have. I am truly a curator. 💁🏽‍♀️

However, I do hold onto my items of clothing for decades. I’m not kidding, I have T-shirts that I wore in the 5th grade. (And yes they do still fit; I went through a very early growth spurt, and then never grew again.) 

So some items of clothing are clearly made for a younger person, and I am holding on to them purely for selfish nostalgia. That is where those questions come in. “Could someone else use or love it more?” 

Two bags of clothes ready for donation next to Al the avocado plant.

Most definitely, yes.

I feel better knowing that I’ve donated them and somebody else will wear and love them the way they should be loved.

The majority of my newer wardrobe has been left untouched, but a lot of other items have been donated, easing the stress of both me and the bar that holds my clothes!

Onion method is not called The Onion method because it’s stinky and makes you cry, it is because you focus on your house layer by layer. Start with the large items, or the items that you can easily identify that do not belong in that space.

Here are some items I found in my living room.

Left to right: Hair tie, Jack-o’-lantern necklace, mailbox key, kangaroo pencil, camera lense cover.

It is September, so that Halloween necklace has been out for almost a year. How embarrassing! 🤦🏽‍♀️ But it has a home in the Halloween decoration box in storage. The extra camera cover belongs in the camera bag, the pencil belongs in the office, the hair tie belongs in the bathroom, and the mailbox key belongs in the key bowl. And done! That’s five things already cleaned out of my living space! Small victory, but it feels pretty good.

Starting in the space where the smallest amount of work, makes the most visually impactful change, can be a great kickstarter. We donated a lot of clothes, but we don’t get to admire the closet like the clear space in the living room.

It is the room we hang out in the most as a family. Moving those 5 items made a clear open space that I can admire while the family spends time together. And this can be now more quality time because none of us are distracted by the mess that we are surrounded by.

The 15 minute rule. Limit yourself to 15 minutes at a time. Set a timer, and work consistently for that 15 minutes. If that is all you can manage for that day, it is absolutely fine, you did an amazing job.

Metallic Sandtimer – Not 15 mins.

In the beginning, that’s all I could manage. My body would get fatigued, or I just felt that I could not bring myself to do any more work. But I quickly found myself able to extend that 15 minutes. And not only physically I was able to, but I actually wanted to!

I’m not too sure if simplifying will help me as drastically as others. Regardless, I am sure that the benefits, no matter how small, would be worthwhile.

This is where we will start. I’ll give updates about this journey. I hope you are as excited as we, to find where this experiment brings us!

What is the level of clutter in your house? Do you have any tips on how to simplify that you find helpful? Let us know if you try any of the methods above, and how well it worked for you! 

Dallas’s Story

My partner “happened to be” looking at adoptable dogs on the Animal Humane website. He turned the phone to show me a picture of a catahoula puppy. He looked pathetic: skinny, scared, in need of support. Dallas was his shelter name. Something drew me to him immediately. I saw him the next day.

Skinny, scared, young catahoula dog.
Actual picture published on the Animal Humane website.

Animal Humane has a survey about what you as an adopter, are looking for in a dog. My answer: one who could go on outdoor adventures, travel with me, be my best friend always. When the employee asked if I was there to see someone in particular, I said Dallas. She laughed and said “you are not going to get all that from him!” My husband and I were confused as to why she would say that.

They put us in a greeting room, and we waited as they went to go get him. One he came in I realized what she had meant. He was being carried, unwilling to walk.

Being abandoned during critical development puppy years clearly caused some damage. At only 6 months old, he was frightened by the world that had been so cruel.

He laid on the floor in a little ball, untrusting, understandably. Attempting to not stress him more, we waited for Dallas to feel safe before I tried to pet him. Therefore, my husband and I sat on the floor next to him, and calmly had a conversation.

It took 25 minutes for just one leg to relax. Even then, treats we offered him were highly suspicious and gentle touches caused flinches.

We eventually moved to an outside space, and by that I mean he was carried, while I walked. Outside he was more comfortable; he was on all fours and he interacted much more. Our presence was becoming more tolerable to him. Surprisingly, he actually wanted loves, then he would go sniff, and come back for more loves.

At one point a bird flew towards us causing a very visual and emotional reaction from me. (I have an irrational fear of birds). Dallas immediately ran over to me to see if I was okay. I knew I was bringing him home. 

My parents and their dog are a big part of my life, so a meeting with them was crucial. Like always, their dog enjoyed having a friend. However, afterwards, my parents told me I was crazy to take on a dog that would require so much work. I didn’t care, I already loved him. 

He did require work. At home, everything was new and scary. Open doorways were impassable, floor changes were debilitating, learning how to be a dog was overwhelming. 

I hired a trainer for assistance, which was life changing for the both of us. He helped us in experiencing the world in a safe and confident manner. One session he mentioned how wonderful Dallas would be as a therapy dog because of his empathy.

Taking that opportunity, I asked how well he would be as a service dog, revealing that I have epilepsy. That was not something I did comfortably at that point in my life. Epilepsy was not something I had accepted yet. My trainer assured me that medical alerting would be a job in which he would excel. 

In only one year of training, Dallas was confident and proud! He was alerting me before episodes, and keeping me safe during seizures. Adopting him that day at Animal Humane I knew I was saving him, but I could never have expected that he would be saving me. We go on outdoor adventures, he travels with me, and he will be my best friend, always.

Woman and service dog
Dallas at the Walk to End Epilepsy 2019 with Sāb.

If you would like to donate to the Animal Humane visit their Donation page. Or volunteer at your local shelter.