(This is a thank you letter and a confession in poem form. Feel free to read it in either format. Thanks for reading!)
Shopping addiction.
Such simple words to express
Such a spectrum of emotions.
The urge to gather,
To collect and to HAVE,
Such disparate yet cohesive notions.
I see it,
I like it,
I bought it.
Now what?
Where in the house does the widget go?
Where do I stash the snowglobe?
How can I justify buying
Yet another pair of gloves for shoveling snow?
What about the art supplies?
Watercolors and acrylics and yet more,
Pencils and pastels and erasers
And paper pads stacked all over the floor.
On the table sits a paper bag,
Straight from Blicks in the city.
Inside is my Christmas gift to myself, from 2018!
Why do I do this to me?!
I have makeup crammed into plastic carts,
Lipsticks and eyeshadows all over the floor.
I don’t even wear makeup much,
What did I even buy all this for?!
On the chair lies supplies
For a planned spa day.
However the special day never happened,
I don’t know why my mind is this way.
Recovering from shopping addiction is
A long and arduous process at the end of the day.
It took a lot of effort to even acknowledge the issue,
But I’m happy to declare that I’m on my way!
With support from the lovely girls and guys
On both Reddit and Discord,
I’ve acknowledged the problem
And am climbing slowly my way to sunlight.
Thank you r/ShoppingAddiction,
For finally letting me talk about the issue
And explore how to fix, or at least temper, the problem.
I look forward to seeing everyone’s progress.
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Yes, that photo is my own.
Plastic carts full of makeup and art supplies. Floors have random arts and crafts things, as well as some new purchases. And my shoes - long story, they are now in the closet again.
