I wasn't sure where to post this... so here it is on open and it can be moved any time.
For the last couple of days, as I've been removing a lot of stuff from my house, I've been thinking about how our coping mechanisms can serve to both help us and at the same time hinder us.
In the last couple of weeks I've removed maybe 3 truckloads worth of stuff from our house and the overwhelming feeling I get is relief and happiness. Because I don't have a hoarding disorder (I'm not sure what is the appropriate/accurate term, so just grabbing something handy) and don't experience the painful emotions that someone who hoards would while doing these same activities, there is no real struggle to let the things go. Instead, I can enjoy the absence of the things and the newfound energy (emotional, psychological, physical) that is now freed up to do the things that I do enjoy, like gardening or just sitting under a tree and watching my animals run around. And the cost of keeping too many things around, or things that we just don't use or need, is very clear. Choosing to keep moving stuff around, being stressed every time I see the things, thinking about them... basically carrying them around emotionally... seems like a bad bargain because there is no payoff.
But... the way that I have always coped with stress is by eating. Nothing cheers me up faster than a batch of muffins or cinnamon buns. And food is also my first choice for just feeling good in general. Something to celebrate? Food! A happy day to enjoy? Food! Feeling sad? Food! You get the idea...And the resulting extra weight from not having control over how much I eat is what I carry around, both physically and emotionally. I guess the weight is my hoard. And it's hard work to carry it around.
Lately I've been recognizing what a disservice I'm doing to my body by making it carrying around all this extra weight, every moment of every day. I would even call it a form of physical abuse. Rationally I know this. But emotionally I still have blinders on around this issue. It's been my coping mechanism for so long, got me through so much; in fact probably saved my life. It's a hard thing to give up or to see clearly. A lot of emotional attachment to keeping myself alive and "happy" this way. So it doesn't feel like a bad bargain at all. In fact, it feels like a pretty rational thing to do! I don't have that raw clarity of seeing just how bad of a bargain this deal is. I'm too close to it. What I can't get my brain/psyche/body/emotional self to grasp is that I don't need this coping mechanism any more. The need was real, but it has passed. The coping mechanism has not and now it's a hindrance rather than a help.
Both eating and having stuff are socially glorified and it's hard to avoid marking special occasions and feelings without thinking of food and gifts to self or others. And of course there's those wonderful brain chemicals that Chicken Lady has mentioned. A bunch of them: serotonin, dopamine, endorphins, etc. A high without the drugs.
I'm hoping we can have an open discussion of the ways in which we all have at least one issue that we struggle with. I want people who don't struggle with weight or emotional eating to talk about the ways in which not being overweight frees up their energy for other things. Mentally I know that keeping this extra weight is a bad bargain, but emotionally I don't really FEEL it yet because it's hard for me to visualize the wonderful gains that I will experience without it. Tell me about those gains! Share your joy! I want to feel about this the way I feel letting go of stuff. I really do.
Wow. This post got long. I'm gonna stop here. But please do share your experiences and insights.
ps. I believe that most of the disorders/compulsions/struggles we have are at the core a coping mechanism that we developed in our formative years - a symptom not the cause. But I'm not informed on hoarding so my apologies in advance if this does not apply to hoarding behavior.