You sound amazing, OP. My OH can't put things out, it's been a massive struggle, there's still a box in the boot of his car which has nowhere to go - we've moved together into a tiny flat.
I've managed to get rid of so much of me and my children's excess things but even putting out his very old, very holey pants was a problem and made him sensitive, even though we had already replaced them with lots of lovely new ones in the style he prefers.
Pain in the arse, but I've had my moments and I understand. I hang on to odd items and end up with several shoe boxes of tiny trinkets and memories and things which eventually cannot always be distinguished from other similar items.
A few weeks back I got ruthless and went through each shoe box. I've chucked so much. I've been posting my stored artwork to various friends as surprises as and when I can afford the postage (they genuinely love the art, which is nice, some I can cut into postcards too).
We've got an old TV and a very old chair to go and OH still hadn't booked a recycling centre slot (he always has the car and random schedules for work so I can't do that) and some bags of clothes.
But it feels good they're going.
Things were easier a) when the kids were tiny and portable and just didn't have the same level of stuff, and b) when I hadn't gone down so many exciting new crafting journeys...
Crafting clutter is the worst. I've been donating things to people where possible.
It doesn't matter if it's one item a day or a bag a day, you're doing something and you sound so positive, that I feel a bit more spurred on to muster the energy to stick myself back in to it if I can, this week. Thank you.
And to the other PP going through the same, you're all wonderful people and you can do it. One day at a time.