Yes, I acknowledge that I'm a hoarder.  I'm hoarding for survival.   I'm 53, recently diagnosed with cataracts, without health care because anything from the neck up is called a pre-existing condition due to retinal detachment surgery 20 years ago.  This is what I mean by hoarding for survival.  Every item in these awful pictures has to be turned into money.  A lifetime's accumulation of clothes, collections, and electronics items--everything must go.  I have an organized kitchen, bathroom and bedroom in a tiny trailer in Missouri.  I own the trailer, and I'm giving up everything else in order to survive another month, and then another month.  I wish I could work, but that doesn't make sense because no health insurance will cover my eye problems and I can't work if I can't see.  I'm screwed.  But I'm not giving up.  I'm selling everything I can, and trying to work through the endless lists to keep my head above water.  Hoarding makes sense for me now.