Usually when I feel overwhelmed, I try to step back and give myself small achievable daily goals. And, I watch prior episodes of hoarders... to gain insight and put some fire "you know where".
Another one of my favorites motivators is to hold the item I am having a hard time parting with in one hand and imagine my daughter in the other.
Sometimes I give myself challenges in addition to goals (GOAL: unpack five boxes a day. Challenge: donate no less than one item from each box.)
I recently moved and while packing I purged quite a bit... so it is a huge challenge to force myself to go the extra mile and tell myself that even though I let go of all that I thought I could just a few weeks ago while packing for the move, that I need to still find something in each box to let go.
But, I "sunk into a funk" today. I accidentally closed the automatic door window on two of my daughter's fingers... she'll be ok but her reaction to being hurt (she ran in her room and wouldn't let me see or ice her fingers) put me in such a strange and helpless state. I don't know anyone in this area and have been socially isolated for several years now... my family all lives far away...
So, when I get "sunk in a funk" it is very difficult to break out of it. I feel like the wind went out of my sails so to speak. I have MS, a disease that can randomly rear its head at any time, so have been feeling very fragile lately.
Over the last seven years that I have had to live far from family, nobody other than my father has made an attempt to visit me... dad passed a little over a year ago, so my only visitor is gone too.
Yes, this sounds like a lot of whining, but it is more about me trying to understand why I lose my motivation to unpack and keep purging as I unpack. I try to count my blessings and think of ways to get more involved so I am not so isolated... but for some reason... the more I feel isolated, the more I isolate: I avoid phone conversations with friends and family (mainly because we only have cell service and so hard to hear and communicate well). If moving closer to family was an option, I would do that... but it isn't.. not for two more years when my daughter graduates high school.
Well, off to do my five boxes for the day...