This morning after I had them all out of the house I started a mental blog about how I successfully finished the upstairs bathroom. Several distractions and 3 hours later I realized it wouldn't happen.
At least not today.
How do I feel about it? Well. Of course not too great. Today was more or less the only day with enough time at home to simply get that done. I did make progress in all the 3 rooms that are still on the list, even the bathroom, but I once again denied myself the satisfactory feeling of crossing one of.
I really think it is a form of self destructive behavior. Now the big question is:"How do I change it?"
Realizing I was a hoarder was both a shock and a relief. A shock, because nobody wants to have a mental disorder. A relief, because my situation finally had a name. I found people who could relate. Knowing the problem helps solving it. I can step aside and look at the situation from a more neutral point of view. Why am I blogging about it? 2 reasons. 1. Putting my thoughts into words helps me think more clearly. 2. If this helps just one, who is like me, see the light it was more than worth it!
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