Hoarder.

We are all hoarders.

It just depends on what we stockpile.

For some, perhaps, objects.

Others, emotions.

Habits.

Behavior.

The list goes on.

We are all guilty of keeping things, thoughts, possessions, and actions we don't need.

Yet, we can't let them go.

In the retention, we find security.

In the chaos, we find tidy.

In the darkness, we find shelter.

We create a barrier.

Against the world.

Because that is how we think we need to survive.

We find ourselves afraid to be without this accumulation, this stockpile of effects.

Because in our heart, we believe, without it, we would be empty.

Vapid.

This collection of paraphernalia.

Thoughts, emotions, things.

This chaos, that we think brings us comfort, actually birthing confusion.

We are conscious of the negativity it attracts, but can't bare to part with it.

Knowing we are better than it all.

But afraid to lose our security blanket, fearing it will expose our raw truth.

Terrified that we wont be loved for who we truly are.

Trust me.

We are all worthy.

No matter the reservoir of our collections.

We just need patience.

We are all collectors.

ALL OF US.

In the interim just remind yourself to collect smiles and happiness.

You wont regret it.

Xoxo,

C.