I’m Done Hoarding What No Longer Serves Me Lately, I’ve been peeling back layers—some intentionally, others by force. Each layer uncovers something new: trauma that was done to me… and if I’m honest, some that I’ve inflicted on myself. It’s been uncomfortable. Necessary. Healing. I found myself surrounded by what I now call “organized chaos.” Things that once held meaning or purpose, stacked neatly in my life like trophies. But lately, I had to ask myself—do these things still serve me? And more importantly, do I still serve them? We hold onto stuff—physical, emotional, spiritual—just to prove we survived something. Or that we accomplished something. We keep people around because…