As much as alcoholism or drug overuse is. Spending a year writing this book has taught me many things about myself. I was a shopaholic, I got a buzz from whisking out my credit card and walking out with shopping bags filled with clothes I didn’t need. But I had excuses for my shopping. I needed gifts on standby for future birthdays or for a surprise party. I collected old newspapers and magazines, plastic shopping bags and wherever I traveled, I would buy a souvenir cloth bag, to add to a collection that I never put to use.
I am a recovering hoarder, and I know that it can be tough to declutter alone. As such, I am starting a blog and support group for those of you who want help with your hoarding disorder, and who don’t want to face it alone. Let’s come together to vent or exchange tips, or ask for advice in the comments on my blog.
We can all learn from each other. Consider this a safe space where we are out to support each other. There will be no judgement, no criticism, no bad mouthing of each other, and no trolling.