The other day I felt sorry for myself. The train was late, the bus was gone. I started the 30 min walk home cause walking would still get me home faster than waiting for the next bus. It was cold, it was windy and then it started raining. I was furious. My gut had told me to take the bus, my brain overruled my gut and said we'll take the train as that is 15 min faster. Riskier due to the possibility of missed connections, but usually the best option. Cold and wet I cursed my brain. 10 min later the sun offered me this:
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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