Now I can’t say I am not ashamed of my hoarding. I think I am running a contest with myself to see whether me, myself or I is messier. I am also trying to fill the room up to overflowing. I can barely walk in here now.
The only time I try to work on this is if I am manic. Otherwise I don’t care. When manic I can’t stop and just keep going. Thanks to my anti-psychotic (mood stabilizer) and anti-depressant and a large dose of sedatives, I do not care. Really I don’t.
I have dissociated from the surroundings. I am in my private world, now turn try to touch my stuff with the thought of tossing it out. That is a no-no.
This isn’t my picture. I don’t want to post actual pics of my room. (and that doesn’t include all the stuff in the second room and the closet in the hallway.) Bathroom isn’t too bad. It is very small and 2 of us use it. Creative storage in there.
Tessa – the not so proud hoarder