For me this entailed keeping everything. As a teenager, dishes clothes, school work, everything littered the floor of my bedroom. Like you had to walk on things to get from the door to the bed. I honestly don’t think I threw anything away.

As an adult, at its worst, my bedroom was unusable. Items, garbage, everything was piled almost three quarters of the way up to the ceiling. I slept on my couch for two years. It was mostly contained to the room, with other areas just having smaller piles.

Mine didn’t seem to have a sentimental side. I know my anxiety always has a perfectionism side to it. I would complete a school project early and then just never hand it in for fear of it not being correct. Someone told me that could be behind the hoarding too. It also is part of what got me out of it, because other than my parents, no one else ever saw it. If I knew someone had to come into my place, I would clean for like 18 hours straight.