I'm married to a hoarder, and I am not without some hoarding tendencies myself.
This is a progressive problem especially when multiple people are at play within any ongoing situation and it just gets harder and harder to make sense of continuing, anything.
I broke down today at the notion of putting away Christmas stuff, knowing it will all come back out next year and for the next 11 months I will stack it, step over it, move and access stuff all around it as it sits waiting to be dug out again.

It's Christmas!

Today it's unfortunate scapegoat in our hoarding world, but it could be Easter, Halloween, Spring, Fall, Dishes, Tools, Books, brochures, menus, plastic utensils, art supplies, or just about anything you can think of that you'd expect to find squirreled away in any drawer or closet of any home.

When you need a hammer, you need a hammer. I have eight. Each one has a purpose.

I've tried throwing my items away to set a good example for my wife, but even that, although temporarily liberating for me, does nothing to quell the need to collect. Every season our home becomes smaller and smaller, more dangerous, more obscured and forgotten beneath weight of our collections.

I can change.

I would love to change my hand in this and don't mean to deny or deflect, but this isn't my issue so much.

My big issue was drinking years ago, I stopped. I can change.

I could use a drink.

What I refuse to do is to keep doing the same things that I did that got me here

Today the biggest thing is putting Christmas stuff away.

Bah Humbug!