Over the last few years I’ve collected a lot of clutter, and I’ve decided to go through things and just get rid of stuff. I started with my closet and have gathered things that don’t fit, I don’t wear, and no longer want or reminds me of bad times.
Why do I keep hanging on to things that never get used? I honestly fear I could become a hoarder, and I feel that gathering things, holding onto things is definitely a physical manifestation of mental illness/depression. I was doing a lot of unnecessary shopping after my uncle passed away, and looking back I see I did the same after my grandfather’s both passed, and my aunt. It’s always something different, once it was baby and toddler clothes and toys (when my kids were really young) another time it was baking mixes and kitchen stuff, another time it was clothes and shoes for myself.
It’s really not helping me to have this stuff gathering dust and taking up space, and I don’t want to go down the road of becoming a hoarder, so I need to get rid of things. Especially things that hold bad memories.
Why would I want to keep something that every time I see or go to use it reminds me of some bad times?
I’m on Ravelry and in a group that helps the Pine Ridge Reservation, and I plan on sending some of my things there. I feel it’s better to find a group to help rather than just take stuff to a Salvation Army drop off. I at least know the things I’m sending to Pine Ridge will be used, and not go through a sorting and end up God only knows where.
Honestly, there were a lot of hijabs I decided I no longer want, I haven’t worn in years, maybe only once or twice. They’re too thick, don’t breathe, muffle sound. I’m looking at you, satin, Turkish scarves…beautiful, but impractical, at least the cheap ones anyways. I’m very sensitive to the heat and I can’t wear hijabs like that. A lot were impulse buys while we were in Turkey. And to be honest, a lot of them hold bad memories. Most of the trips we took there were unpleasant and unenjoyable and my husband would make mean comments about what I was buying, and my in laws would comment on it as well seeing him saying stuff to me about it. Well, excuse me for buying hijabs, they were less than $5 each with the conversion (most probably $3) and I was excited to be able to walk around and see so many hijabs, and hijabis, and be able to easily buy them. But, I think it’s finally time to get rid of things that hold those bad memories. And that’s what I’m doing.
I’m not sure what to do with those, I’ve thought of taking some up to the mosque to leave there for sisters to borrow to pray in while they are there.
I had several shelves in my closet filled with hijabs, now less than one. It feels good to have them out. It was stressful, seeing them, and I wasn’t even using half of them. There’s no need to hang onto them. From now on, I’m only going to get ones that I really like and that are good quality.
The next place I want to declutter: The Kitchen. We have so many dishes and gadgets, and I just don’t use them all, probably not even half of them. I’ll try tackling that this week.
I did actually read The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up a year or so ago, and I do like the idea, but at the time I just didn’t have it in me to go through and ruthlessly get rid of everything that didn’t bring joy, but I think I do now.