The more I read about compulsive hoarding, the less ashamed I feel. The more I talk about it here, the more people respond - many people know someone who is a hoarder. These shared stories are comforting. I honestly feel so alone with this; yet knew there had to be others. I'm glad the shame is dissipating. Somewhat.
I looked at my list from the other day; decided to start in on it. It was overwhelming in no time.
This is what happens: I start with one thing - let's say the first drawer of the dresser. Easy enough to go through one drawer. I look at it, pick up one thing - let's say t-shirts. Well, I want t-shirts to go there; but there's stuff there already. So, I move to there and start to clear it out. I look at it, pick up one thing - let's say books. Well, I want books to go over here; but there's stuff over here already. And so on and so on...get the picture? This is what I deal with each time I look at a drawer or cupboard or storage space or area of my room. A simple task becomes ridiculously overwhelming like that ::snap::! I'm not sure how the whole list thing is gonna work out.
I did more laundry tonight, tossed and bagged up more clothes. Three more baskets to go + sheets & bedding. Got plans for the rest of the week, flying out to Sacramento on Saturday, back on Sunday then tackling the next apartment project.
I'll keep you posted...