The Beginning

Okay, maybe I'm not a "super" hoarder. I mean, I don't think I'd qualify for any of those shows on TV. Of course, I know plenty of people in my family would disagree, but that's them, I'm me, and we don't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things.

So what is a hoarder? A lot of us look at people that have huge collections of things and call them hoarders. Other people may look at the state of someone's home, at all of the things that are strewn all over the place and call them hoarders. There are people that "collect" animals, newspapers, clothes and shoes, food, toys; you name it, there are people that will collect it. Does that make them hoarders? I have no answer.

I will say this. I do hoard. I hoard stuff...baskets, books, toys, old t-shirts, mementos, furniture, just stuff. But I think that there is so much more to it than that. I hoard memories. I hoard hair (I refuse to get a haircut). I hoard debt. And I hoard emotions. I guess I am a super hoarder and I want to share a little insight into where it all comes from.

So if you've come here looking for answers, maybe you'll find a few. If you've come here to get some help, well, maybe you'll get that, too. If you've come here because we are kindred spirits and somehow reading what I have to say will lend a bit of normalcy to your life, cool. Read on. Or maybe you're hoping that I'll post lists of things that I will be cleaning out of my life. That is a definite possibility! Whatever the reason you are here, welcome. I am starting a personal journey. If you'd like to tag along, you are welcome to do so. It may be a long and arduous journey, but if you are here to take it with me, it should make it a little easier. For both of us.