For years I've known I've had a problem, but I've never wanted to admit it consciously to anyone - even myself. That all changed this week, when I watched my first episode ever of Hoarders. I couldn't help but watch all of the episodes that were On Demand over the course of a few days. The shows spotlight the worst of the worst hoarders - those who will lose their homes or children or often face bankruptcy, if they don't get their homes in order. According to the show, over 3 million people suffer from obsessive hoarding.
I believe I'm one such person.
While I don't believe my house is nearly as bad as those spotlighted by the show, I fear that I could easily slip to those depths. However, saying that is like a person justifying being overweight by having the mentality of "at least I'm not as fat as that person". I am that person, and this is my journey through the darkness.
My goal is to rid my home of the unhealthy clutter I've accumulated. For whether or not it's affecting my physical health (although I believe it likely is - the stress alone can't be good for my health!), it certainly is affecting my mental health. In the days, weeks and months that follow I will detail my progress here, so I have a record of where I've been that I may never go that way again!
I feel if I have the accountability of those of you who may read this, as well as the support of my loved ones, I can and will get through this. It's going to be a long road. It will start one item at a time.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.