I hoard money, if that doesn't sound too weird. I don't just "save".
I hate spending it and I never have enough. Right now I could lose my job tomorrow and be ok for months, if not years, on what I can access readily.
Despite objectively knowing that/being able to see the numbers on my statements, I still fret and have a compulsion to save more in order that the ground is secure under my feet. I can't quantify what is "enough" though.
I had some therapy for a different (I first typed 'unrelated' but actually it's all intertwined) issue and I've come to realise it's all down to a family issue when I was younger, which I had no idea had affected me this way or so badly.
The impact of it was slow to manifest, but is perfectly summed up by the below quote by DH Lawrence:
"And dimly she realised one of the great laws of the human soul: that when the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, which does not kill the body, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers. But this is only appearance. It is really only the mechanism of the resumed habit. Slowly, slowly the wound to the soul begins to make itself felt, like a bruise, which only slowly deepens its terrible ache, till it fills all the psyche. And when we think we have recovered and forgotten, it is then that the terrible after-effects have to be encountered at their worst.”