We are all emotional hoarders. Ever think about that? Whether it be in the form of physical memorabilia that gets left in the attic, untouched until you move and reminisce on it, only to again store it in your new attic, or the emotional baggage we cling to as we live out daily lives.
I can openly admit that I am the queen of emotional hoarding. Because, why would I want to let go of my own pain, right? Then I might actually attain happiness — God forbid! I’m surprisingly good at getting rid of clothing or physical belongings that I no longer use. But that emotional baggage — loss, anxiety, heartbreak, fear — I carry that shit around like a 100 lb suitcase without wheels, just dragging against the pavement behind me as I lose energy…