mudpuppy
Member
Hello,
I'm looking for some support in tackling the emotional quagmire associated with the accrual of stuff over the last 15 or so years.
It started accumulating when I was in a bad relationship where he insisted I spend every non-work hour with him. It continued through a few years of severe depression and then a couple more years recovering from the side effects of the antidepressants.
It deepened while I worked a few years on rotating shifts and was always exhausted or sick from being constantly run down while dealing with people in a hospital. The final blow was the 6 years I spent getting a Master's degree while working full time.
After graduation, I embarked on what was supposed to be a bright new career. I was laid off from both jobs, after a short time, putting me on unemployment insurance for a total of nearly two years out of 5.
After the last layoff I decided to surrender to a worsening job market by starting my own business. It's survived three years and has been growing, slowly but steadily, through client referrals the whole time. Unfortunately, it required that I use my retirement savings to live on while it was becoming sustainable. Needless to say, tackling the house wasn't high on the list of things to do.
I've tried repeatedly to get a handle on it, but between the emotional dreck associated with it (including emotional "land mines" that are triggered unexpectedly by random discoveries), and the whole "poverty mindset", I've been noticeably unsuccessful. And now, just before Christmas, my hot water heater packed it in after an impressive lifespan of 25 years.
I'm going to have to tackle at least the parts between the front door and the basement in the relatively near future, but I'm fairly sure I won't be able to do it alone. Heck, I'm not even sure I'll be able to do it with support, but I've got to at least give it a solid try.
Thanks for reading.
I'm looking for some support in tackling the emotional quagmire associated with the accrual of stuff over the last 15 or so years.
It started accumulating when I was in a bad relationship where he insisted I spend every non-work hour with him. It continued through a few years of severe depression and then a couple more years recovering from the side effects of the antidepressants.
It deepened while I worked a few years on rotating shifts and was always exhausted or sick from being constantly run down while dealing with people in a hospital. The final blow was the 6 years I spent getting a Master's degree while working full time.
After graduation, I embarked on what was supposed to be a bright new career. I was laid off from both jobs, after a short time, putting me on unemployment insurance for a total of nearly two years out of 5.
After the last layoff I decided to surrender to a worsening job market by starting my own business. It's survived three years and has been growing, slowly but steadily, through client referrals the whole time. Unfortunately, it required that I use my retirement savings to live on while it was becoming sustainable. Needless to say, tackling the house wasn't high on the list of things to do.
I've tried repeatedly to get a handle on it, but between the emotional dreck associated with it (including emotional "land mines" that are triggered unexpectedly by random discoveries), and the whole "poverty mindset", I've been noticeably unsuccessful. And now, just before Christmas, my hot water heater packed it in after an impressive lifespan of 25 years.
I'm going to have to tackle at least the parts between the front door and the basement in the relatively near future, but I'm fairly sure I won't be able to do it alone. Heck, I'm not even sure I'll be able to do it with support, but I've got to at least give it a solid try.
Thanks for reading.