Nikki-Liz
06-03-2008, 12:01 PM
I always try to be organized, I have folders, boxes, those rubbermaid drawers, book cabinets, and every other organizational tool you can imagine.
And they are all just adding to the mountains of clutter filling my room.
I'm kind of a pack-rat I have boxes of things that I refuse to throw out (I have every birthday card I've ever gotten since the day I was born) Things that frustrate me because they take up space but that I feel guilty throwing out, including stuffed animals, porceline dolls (which I never actually liked but people give me as gifts), old school notebooks, text books from college that I'm affraid to throw out because they may be helpfull to me later.
I feel like Im drowning in everything I own, I have to keep my bed by the door of my room because It is sometimes impossible to walk in my room. I have a beautiful cello that I NEVER play anymore because I have no room to do so. Just looking at this crap depresses me to the point of no motivation, so therefore the days I set aside to reclaim my space end up being days I spend sitting on my bed in the middle of my chaos (which is usually made worse by my attempts to organize) crying and beating myself up for being such a mess. I have on several occasions resolved to just get a dumpster put it outside the window and just throw everything out the window... but that of course is extreme and never happens. Even clothing purges give me this HUGE sense of anxiety like if I throw out the care bears t-shirt I havent worn in 4 years Im suddenly going to NEED it, or if I just ditch the huge basket of mismatched socks I will suddenly find the matches that I haven't seen in years.
The chaos used to be confined to my room but I've started to spread out my laundry room is horrendous, my car is a disaster, and now it's starting to filter into my desk at work.
I hate myself for this :redface:
And they are all just adding to the mountains of clutter filling my room.
I'm kind of a pack-rat I have boxes of things that I refuse to throw out (I have every birthday card I've ever gotten since the day I was born) Things that frustrate me because they take up space but that I feel guilty throwing out, including stuffed animals, porceline dolls (which I never actually liked but people give me as gifts), old school notebooks, text books from college that I'm affraid to throw out because they may be helpfull to me later.
I feel like Im drowning in everything I own, I have to keep my bed by the door of my room because It is sometimes impossible to walk in my room. I have a beautiful cello that I NEVER play anymore because I have no room to do so. Just looking at this crap depresses me to the point of no motivation, so therefore the days I set aside to reclaim my space end up being days I spend sitting on my bed in the middle of my chaos (which is usually made worse by my attempts to organize) crying and beating myself up for being such a mess. I have on several occasions resolved to just get a dumpster put it outside the window and just throw everything out the window... but that of course is extreme and never happens. Even clothing purges give me this HUGE sense of anxiety like if I throw out the care bears t-shirt I havent worn in 4 years Im suddenly going to NEED it, or if I just ditch the huge basket of mismatched socks I will suddenly find the matches that I haven't seen in years.
The chaos used to be confined to my room but I've started to spread out my laundry room is horrendous, my car is a disaster, and now it's starting to filter into my desk at work.
I hate myself for this :redface: