My mother, bless her heart, keeps everything. Anything from receipts to Applebee's leftover containers, she keeps. There are boxes and containers of what she doesn't need. The woman brought everything from Japan and Spain with her- from glassware to display dolls- and it has affected my life to a degree. I lived in a room full of these boxes and containers, and this room wasn't a good setting for a future prolific short story writer! I hardly had space to dance in my room. My mother told me I am a guest in her house because I am over the age of eighteen. It hurt me, but not her. One is either family or a guest. Obviously, she doesn't want me in her house. Because of circumstances, I have no choice but to. Anyhow, while I live here, I need to be happy. I have bit my tongue for two years on how uncomfortable I am living with boxes and containers. It's not normal. Hoarders: Buried Alive, the television show, reminds me of my predicament. Although the residents homes are in worst conditions, I can relate to the children who have to put up with their mother's or father's obsessive need to buy and save everything. It's a health hazard- not merely physical, but mentally. The only thing I can do is pray for my mother to get well in regards to her obsession with material things. She knows her problem, yet she will never admit that she is a material girl.
I watched an episode of the Keeping Up With the Kardashians earlier today, and one part of an episode changed the course of my life! Khloe told her mother, Kriss, that she was a hoarder. I'm sure Khloe has told her this before, and I am sure Kriss knows this of herself. Although Khloe doesn't live with her mother, I do, and I started crying. After a few tears shed, I got up and moved most of the boxes and containers out of my room. I had to do it. My mother has told me numerous times to be patient and that she will work on my room when she is done with her room. It's been two years, and I was not going to let another year by before I was comfortable. "Happiness depends upon ourselves." ~ from a fortune cookie from a Chinese restaurant. I am somewhat happy now; my room still has boxes, but I can breathe. I no longer feel suffocated. Writing, studying, or dancing in my room will no longer be a problem. Sometimes, one has to be patient, but I learned that one can't wait for someone else to do something for him or her. Get er' done
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