This year I accomplished something I really did think might be impossible. It had me paralyzed for a LONG time. I had a lot of shame associated with it, and that just exacerbated the problem.
I moved into my house in the spring and in addition to bringing the stuff from my apartment that filled my house, I had two storage bins that were each a house full as well. One was from a previous move and was just "temporary" storage until I decided where to land. The other was full of my mother's things I had inherited when she passed away the previous year.
Besides the fact that I just had too much stuff for one person, I had to make some serious decision about how to get rid of it.
One day I decided to take the plunge. I scheduled a day for the movers to deliver everything from my move the previous year. Not only had I been paying hundreds each month to have them store it, I had lived with the weight of it on my shoulders. That was worse than losing the money.
They brought it. It filled up every inch of my two-car garage but a tiny pathway to the door. It was piled to the ceiling.
I wasn't going to live like this. I hadn't bought my house with a garage to have my car parked on the street because I had collected too much crap.
I dove in. In 3 (LONG) days it was gone. I had gone through every box and every bag. Each item went to either the Goodwill, the house or in a box ready and labeled my Ebay pile.
The weight was gone. I pulled my car into the garage and to this day, each time I do I smile and say "well done" to myself.
Now just one storage bin to go!