I have been working super hard for the past two years of decluttering. I used to be somewhat of a hoarder, mostly because I feared what would happen if I got rid of the things. I’ve had OCD since I was 10, and if you’re curious as to what it entails, for me it’s having your worst fears played out in your head over and over again. To stop the fears, I have to do some sort of ritual: touch an object, punch myself. It’s exhausting. I received cognitative behavior therapy which helped a lot. Then three years later, a family member did something to trigger it all back. Add a pregnancy to that and it became so much worse. I have come a long way in that I’m able to give a lot more away than I used to. Minimalism has truly saved my life. But sometimes, I don’t always win. Tonight, I had a panic attack after giving some old baby clothes to a friend. She was kind and understanding and said she’d give back what I wanted (not everything, just three things out of a whole bag is what I freaked ...