I know what triggered my desire to clutter. It came about through a series of losses that hit my life.
I know that I am a good person, however people around me on my street can only seem to see and detest my clutter in my garage. If I do not get a grip on the clutter, I will not be respected, or be able to keep my landlord happy.
The clutter is an embarssment to me, and that alone should be enough to get me to jump up and change, but everyday I still seem stuck.