About Me

I'm one of those people you sometimes hear about on the news or hear people making fun of at the water cooler after watching a certain trashy reality show. I hoard. I'm afraid of my back porch. I have OCD. No one has been allowed to visit my home in a decade. I want to change that while somehow attempting to help others like me find the tools they need to overcome this humiliating disorder and perhaps give a little insight to those that think it is something to laugh at. I would also like to host a dinner party. This is my squalor recovery. My journey begins here.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Keep chugging...

Erg....I skipped Saturday night ad this morning's 4am trip will happen shortly. Last week I skipped three nights so I don't feel too horrible but I really need to do more than one trip each night. I think I did around 12 bags last week but I need to do more and I need to attack some of what I have unearthed. By this time next week I think I'll have some living space. I can't wait.

How depressed can an individual be? I was MEDICATED when I apparently cared so little about my surroundings that there was a 4 foot high (in some places) pile of garbage in my living room! How did I not notice? How did I not care?
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