Flowers111 I've twice thrown out a pile of old journals. Didn't miss them. For me they're a brain dump at the end of the day, a way of ordering my thoughts and expressing my feelings. They're not supposed to be re-read, by me or anyone else. The only reason they're not thrown out straight away when finished is because I find it so hard to let anything go.
On that note, I've noticed that whilst I'm full of angst about parting with anything, once it's gone I'm fine about it. It's making the decision that's the hard part for me.
It has taken me over a year of thinking about it to get rid of some tatty items from my clothes pile. Yesterday I added my favourite jumper to the bag. I bought the replacement 6 months ago but have been wearing the old one still. Insanity. I now have one drawer that's not rammed full, just one, but it's a start. The bag of rejects is going out today.
Also going out today is a bag of tiny baby clothes to which I added a baby blanket last night.
Maybe parting with stuff is a muscle that you have to keep exercising and it slowly becomes easier?