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!
2015-05-02
RANDOM TOSS-A-TON
It's not that I didn't get anything done today. It just felt like I didn't get enough done. James was out getting stuff for his patio project and by the time he was done I left for a baptsim that I had been invited to. I had made cake for it and did a few little things around the house, but nothing that made me feel like I accomplished anything. So tonight I decided that even if I can't focus on anything really today I can still get something done. I just started to randomly open drawers fishing out stuff that could go. Like old recites and broken pens. I also found 1,5 pairs of shoes to get rid of and quite a few other things. Some things I came across were to keep but in the wrong place, so I got them back to their home. My efforts might not be noticeable, but I know that I got stuff done. As small as the things were that I did, every single one was necessary, there was not churning, just action. Well done, me.
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