I have already got rid of so much stuff that I actually found it stressful. In February and March I basically went around and collected up all the old clothes (I have 3 DC, 14, 4 and 1.5) and outgrown toys and a load of other stuff - board games, DVDs, books, dressing up stuff, the bedside cot, the newborn buggy, my old clothes from before the last 2 pregnancies. I sorted it all and did a flea market hoping to make some cash. Got DS1 to do it with me. But it turned out that there was another, larger flea market happening on the same day and the one I did wasn't well advertised so very few people came. I sold probably about 8-10 things and made about €25 which was better than nothing, but I was left with basically everything. I had thought that whatever was left over, I'd just stick it all in the car and get DH to drive it to the big donation centre but even though I put the 2 binbags of adult clothes directly in the clothes recycling bin and the books in the book share box, there was no way everything else would fit in the car. We have a big SUV/estate thing with a huge boot and managed to get everything but the cot, buggy and clothes, it was about 6x blue IKEA bags full, and I kept back the English language DVDs and books. So we dropped it all off but I couldn't sleep that night thinking about things I could have/should have kept to get rid of another way, a camera that I could have sent to my mum, toys that I had only taken to the sale as a way to make extra money that I could have sold elsewhere. I still have thoughts/pangs about some of them occasionally! Like today I went to declutter an English-speaking musical toddler toy and I remembered that I'd at some point had a plan to offer all the English speaking musical toys on the local English speakers' site. This is ridiculous because we still have plenty of English speaking electrical toddler toys which will be outgrown in time.
It wasn't so bad. When we moved to Germany I had completely procrastinated on clearing the house and was in denial about how much stuff there was. After clearing some to my mum's and doing a car boot, paying for furniture clearance and packing/shipping 25 boxes, we still had 60 bin bags that we just ended up leaving out on the street (our former neighbours informed us they did get taken by the binmen thank God) and as we were driving away at 3 in the morning to catch our flight I saw a man rooting through the rubbish bags with a torch. That just felt so so awful. I had nightmares and stress dreams about it for 3 months until they went away.
I cope much better with getting rid of small amounts of things little and often and will continue to do that going forward, it's getting rid of mass amounts of stuff in one go I find really really hard. I think the stress and upset about it for a few days is probably just the price that I have to pay for the stuff getting out and it is worth it ultimately.
I do have a plan for the clothes - I will sort them into sizes (which they mostly are already, so won't take so long) and create bundles. Anything outside of a bundle can go to the clothing bin (they get sold and recycled depending on condition) and the bundles I thought I'd offer on the nursery chat but ultimately either Vinted them or clothing bin or take to the donation place.
It's a messaging app like Whatsapp and I know once I'm on it I'll end up having to join the local community groups and it just opens a can of worms I'm not sure I even want 😆I don't know.