Clutter is a sin… I absolutely hate it in every way. As soon as I start seeing a build up of papers beside me, my heart begins to race. If I see a pile of clothes that haven’t been hung up, I feel disturbed.
I used to be the kind of girl that kept EVERYTHING of remote sentimental value to me. Some people call it a memory box or something like that.. Receipts of special days, tickets, letters, everything!! This meant that I would have boxes of memories stashed in every corner of my room. I also loved to keep clothes that I hadn’t worn in years – with the hope of finding an event to wear them to. I just couldn’t let things go – partly this is also psychological.
Psychologically, I found it difficult to let things go. Holding onto hopeless relationships with people that clearly didn’t give a f**k about me. I slowly started to turn into a wreck, trying to hold onto things that were just memories of winter’s past.
So how did I free myself from all these fortifications? Well… I had to reevaluate my relationships to all the things that had bared so much connections with me. I had to ask whether they were beneficial or detrimental to me. Many of them being detrimental – not good!! Also, it wasn’t until I lost everything, that I felt free.
Fast forward to now and I rarely hold any sentimental value to items and people. I tend to chuck things away that I consider ‘rubbish’.