It's nice to leave sometimes to get out into the cleaner public and so something I enjoy. I think for the hoarding lot, getting out of the chaos of their homes and going out into the world and "getting a deal" feels really good. I have no doubt about this.
It just breaks my heart though, to see these hoarders cry out for help, have help come and then watch them turn it down. Crews are standing by and only get through portions of what needed to be done. They simply can't let go of the stuff-- even if it means damages to their relationships. This is the saddest thing to me. All of their things are so important to them that really nothing is. (When everyone's special, no one is...) Less would seriously be more.
So, aside from the fact that I have less stuff than the hoarders, I'd like to think I am not quite the same as them in some other ways.
Because if garbage trucks and teams came to help me get the crap out of my house, I would be tossing left and right and screaming hallelujah. Because I can't do it alone. And my stuff is a burden. Most stuff is-- even stuff you like and use you still need to store and care for and... look at. I think I would have to help go through stuff to a certain extent, because even in my disorganization, I know where a lot of my things are and I hate being disoriented. But really, I would so much rather start from a clean slate than have to go through this crap myself. If crews came tomorrow and took everything away, I would have some stress, but relief would be the greatest feeling of all.
Of course, this is all theoretical.
It really is overwhelming.
And I have relatively less stuff than the Television Hoarders. Though you should see my garage right now....