Thanks for reading and replying. I agree with you. I definitely need professional cleaning help. Unfortunately, I cannot afford it. Financial hardship is part of the many things going on in my life the last few years! And of course the "shopaholic" thing, though a satisfying TEMPORARY QUICK FIX, has contributed greatly to MY CLUTTER, my financial burden, AND my stress. Believe me, if I had the health, strength, money, and MOTIVATION, I would do it MYSELF! Does anybody else have any ideas before I get buried here?
By the way, I write Poetry to express whatever I'm feeling at any given time. Perhaps the following one I recently wrote will relate to some of you.....
Thanks again for any help you can provide!
Here's my Poem:
My Clutter
BY. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
May 15, 2016
Surrounded by this clutter,
Not knowing where to start;
Wondering when this happened,
When my life started falling apart?
I don't want to go on living this way,
It's not how I pictured my life;
But then how could I have known,
That my life would be so full of strife?
I try to get up from this couch,
I know what to do to be free;
But knowing it and doing it,
Are the the hardest things for me.
I've built up years of things,
They made me happy back then;
But now they all surround me;
And I feel they're caving in.
I used to feel so comforted,
By these things surrounding me;
They felt like arms embracing me;
Hiding things I didn't want to see.
Now these things feel like boulders,
In a deep cavern within a mine;
And I feel like I'm suffocating,
And it's only a matter of time.
A matter of time before I collapse,
And the weight of this all crushes me;
And I'll be forever buried,
In a grave of clutter and debris!
How can I start to attack this?
It's so overwhelming now;
I don't want to continue like this,
But I don't know if, when, or how!
I'll never reach my dream,
If I don't pick a day to start;
By getting up off this couch;
And begin tearing this place apart!
I've got to remember to tell myself,
To clean this in days, I can't expect;
It's an accumulation of many years,
Of things I wanted to collect!
But I'll never have my dream,
My little piece of "heaven" on Earth;
If I don't start somewhere soon,
What will this all have been worth?