Growing up, I had an affinity for collecting things. Whether it be books, tools, or any other random items I found around, I kept them in my room and never wanted to get rid of them. Little did I know, I was slowly developing compulsive hoarding syndrome.
At first, I didn’t take it too seriously and I continued collecting items here and there. But, as my items filled up my room, I started to realize that I had a problem. No matter how hard I tried, I could never make myself throw away anything. I eventually reached out for help.
My therapist helped me understand the mechanics of my disease. We discussed together the need to practice self-care and the importance of accepting myself for who I am. Through the months of therapy and support from my family, I learned to put things in perspective and focus on what really matters in life.
Slowly but surely, I began to make progress. I found that by embracing my condition, I was able to start taking productive steps to improve my mental health. I also made a concerted effort to understand the emotional connection I felt with certain items and only kept what I absolutely needed.
Today, my symptoms are well managed. I still struggle here and there but I believe I will be able to conquer my condition in the long run. I am grateful to those who helped me on my journey and I hope that others will be able to find the same strength and courage I did.