This is a break up letter. We are parting ways. Thank you for all you have done for me. But it is time for you to go.
There is just so much of you. You fill up all the cupboards, the shelves, the closets and all the nooks and crannies. You even lay around on all the flat surfaces.
Stuff. You have spread all over my home like a contagion. You have created mountains of laundry and piles of despair. You have lead to guilt and feelings of inadequacy. I have become a prisoner to you. You keep me from doing the things I want to be doing. I look around at you and feel so ashamed. Ashamed that I’ve let things get to this point. Guilt that I don’t treat the things that are important to me like they truly are. That I can’t find half the things I look for. That I look around and my stuff makes me feel angry towards myself and my loved ones. Continue Reading