The Mess Is Not a Moral Failing
Reframing clutter, chaos, and disorganization not as flaws but as sensory information we can respond to
There are mornings when I sit down to create and the yarn is tangled, papers are scattered, supplies misplaced. And something tightens in my chest, not because I dislike mess, but because of what I’ve been taught to believe it means.
That I’m disordered. Undisciplined. Failing.
That I’m, well, messy. And that, of course, is “bad”.
But the truth is more complex. For many creatives, especially those navigating mental health challenges, neurodivergence, or trauma histories, mess is not a character flaw. It is a form of communication. Sometimes it is a symptom. And often, it is a signal.
Disorganization as Data
We live in a culture that frames disorder as dysfunction. But in trauma-informed frameworks, particularly the theory of structural dissociation, what appears as external chaos may mirror internal fragmentation. The piles, the overflow, the things left undone … these may not reflect a broken will but a body and mind operating in survival mode.
This becomes especially relevant when we consider how disorganization functions in the lives of neurodivergent creatives. Executive dysfunction, a hallmark of ADHD and often co-occurring with PTSD and depression, impairs one’s ability to prioritize, initiate, and sequence actions. These aren’t moral deficits. They are neurological patterns that fluctuate based on internal and environmental load.
I often hear creatives say, “I know what to do, I just can’t seem to do it.” The gap between knowing and acting is not laziness. It is an invisible cost. The brain is constantly calculating energy, risk, and capacity. When it chooses to do nothing, that is often a protective choice. Not a failure.
Disorganization, in this context, becomes a form of data. It shows us where the overwhelm has pooled. It maps the sites of burnout, grief, avoidance, or even past harm. The mess becomes a marker of where something deeper needs tending.
The Shame Layer
And yet, the mess doesn’t just sit quietly. It speaks in the language of shame. Internalized capitalism teaches us to measure worth by productivity. Internalized ableism tells us that difficulty must mean defect. These forces converge to create a toxic narrative: if your space is chaotic, your mind must be too. If you can’t clean it up, you must not care enough.
This narrative is particularly harsh on women and caregivers. Feminist theorists like Sara Ruddick and bell hooks have long examined how domestic order is tied to social perceptions of moral value. When that framework is extended to creative spaces, especially fiber arts studios, home workshops, or communal tables, it reinforces the idea that real artists have tidy, well-curated environments. And if you don’t, then your process must be unserious. That’s an idea that’s been reinforced in recent years by Insta-worthy images of creative spaces.
But what if mess isn’t evidence of neglect? What if it’s the residue of being alive inside a body that is doing its best?
Many of us were not raised in conditions that modeled sustainable self-regulation. We carry intergenerational legacies of chaos and suppression. In that light, the shame around disorganization isn’t just personal. It’s inherited. And it can be softened.
The Nervous System Knows
The brain does not experience space passively. It processes every object, color, texture, and sound in the room. And when sensory processing is taxed by overstimulation, stress, trauma, or neurobiological differences, clutter can become both a cause and a symptom of overload.
But here’s the important nuance: mess is not universally dysregulating. For some, a visually dense space is comforting, familiar, even inspiring. The tension arises when external expectations override internal truth. The minimalist aesthetic, often marketed as a wellness solution, is not universally calming. For someone with sensory seeking tendencies or visual memory reliance, stark environments can feel alienating or even hostile.
Rather than assuming mess is a problem to be solved, we can learn to see it as information. When you enter your creative space and feel tension, ask what the space is asking of your nervous system. Is it too much? Too loud? Or has it stopped reflecting who you are right now?
Regulation is contextual. So is mess.
Mess as Communication
What if the pile of unfinished projects is your body trying to protect you from premature completion? What if the scattered materials reflect a mind that works in patterns, not lines? What if you are not disorganized, but nonlinear?
The act of reinterpreting mess as language, of listening instead of shaming, opens up possibility. Mess begins to say:
“This is what I couldn’t hold.”
“This is where I returned and tried again.”
“This is where I got tired.”
“This is where I survived.”
In that light, the yarn on the floor becomes evidence of persistence. The disarrayed table, a history of engagement. Even the drawer you haven’t opened in months might be holding something you’re not quite ready to let go of, and that, too, is worth honoring.
Reframing, Gently
In my 1:1 work with artists and makers, we don’t start with decluttering. We start with listening. We look at the space as a collaborator, not a battleground. We ask not how to fix it, but how to understand it. What is your body saying through this environment? What does your practice need to feel welcome again?
Sometimes the shift is small. A corner cleared. A project boxed. A light replaced. And sometimes the shift is conceptual. A new story about what it means to be surrounded by the signs of your own process.
Because the mess is not a failure. It is part of the language of a living, feeling, adapting artist. And like any language, it only begins to make sense when we stop trying to silence it and start trying to understand what it’s telling us.
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What a beautiful reframe. Really going to carry this with me - thank you 💚
This is so powerful…I’m glad I came across it, it’s enlightening…thanks!🩶