I've just with my OT gone through two large suitcases of clothes that I had kept on the off chance that I'd fit into them again.
I find it difficult throwing things out for fear that I throw out something important with the rubbish. When it comes to either throwing clothes out or sending them to the charity shop I'm petrified of leaving something in the pockets. Hence my OT has helped me to check nought important thrown away and to help me be more ruthless, had it been me alone I'd have sorted through and kept everything
I was petrified, but it had to be done and I'm fed up with being in a such a mess - I like some sort of order.
But I didn't realise just how many memories your old clothes can trigger, we also had a good laugh at some of my fashion disasters
Didn't we wear some strange things in the seventies?
I'm now suffering severe 'separation anxiety' as she's kindly taken them to the charity shop. Stupid isn't it? How can you miss such fashion disasters and be so attached to clothes that you'll clearly never either fit into or want to been seen dead in??
Suppose it's something else for me to obsess about
But it felt good to have actually achieved something all be it with help.
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