Mealtimes were always interesting as well. No one ever told me how much food put in front of babies ends up on the floor. Had I known, I would have designed the kitchen with a big drain in the center and a fire hydrant in the corner.
There's no mystery why I've saved so much stuff: to prove that I'm alive, that I'm someone, that my trail on this earth is worth preserving. My fear of letting go of those boxes is the fear of mortality, the fear of not having become worthy enough to investigate and document.
You may be wondering, "I don't have hoarding disorder, but I do have trouble getting rid of things and some clutter. How can I break this habit?" Simply put, the best way to break a bad habit is to build a new habit.
As I attempted to pack, to determine what had meaning, I realized that while I had been waiting for my life to start I had been building a life. Filling the space with objects provided permanence that I otherwise lacked.
Once Garbo was rescued from the hoarding situation by Cat Connection, it was only then did anyone realize how much pain she must have been in. Garbo refused to eat. She was starving herself and no one knew why.