I was on the way to the car for a dental appointment. I saw the neighbors had their glass collection boxes out so I grabbed ours to put it on the curb. As I did so, a certain brand of beverage caught my eyes. "Isn't there a deposit on this bottle," I thought? I pulled it out, and sure enough, the label said it was. You have to rinse them and return them to the store with the cap. So I fished it out. That one and the 13 others. They are now in my garage waiting to be rinsed and returned. As if that wasn't bad enough I barely made my appointment.
Ate the moment I busy, busy, busy. An once again it feels like no matter what I did get done during the day, in the end it wasn't enough. It is so hard to fight this feeling. The feeling of never doing enough and that the things I accomplished are never good enough.
At least I realize what is going on.
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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