I've known there was something wrong for some time but I'm not sure when it started. I remember being shocked and traumatized, humiliated as a child... being woken up in the middle of the night and told we were moving and leaving everything behind. I was an angry child. After that as I grew up I began to hold on to favorite items desperately, stealing toys from my class or other kids, hiding things in the woods or under the stairs, in walls. I didn't feel loved but somehow possessing things I loved eased the pain. Forward years later I'm a teenager with a room waist deep in stuff and a special box with trinkets of trash that to me at the time was magical and meant the world somehow with things like a gum wrapper a friend touched and threw down. Deep down I felt I will surely lose the people I loved but I have this gum wrapper, touched by this person and possessed by me. I'm 33 now and set out every day to get my home under control and no matter how much I work I can't conquer it compleatly. I will never give up. Love, candy