Lol. I'm better now. The first two days I was sobbing literally. I had to stop the first day and take a nap because my head started hurting. I continued the second day and I got more done. I do the occasional sit, stare, reminisce, but no more tears.
It's amazing everything I've found or haven't seen in so many years. I boxed up a lot of things and put them in the attic. The funny thing is I remember when my sister's were doing it and now it's me. My sisters came over the weekend to help me out.
My oldest sister made me throw out every single underwear and bra that wasn't cute in her eyes. Then we went and bought like 70 new ones. Now even all my comfortable undies are cute. My mom did that with her before she got married.
It's so weird to see how far I've come in my life just by looking thought my things. It's scary too.