Why Do I Hoard So Much Junk?

So, here's the thing, I've always thought of myself as a minimalist. I mean, my apartment is relatively tidy, but then there's this hidden stash of stuff in every corner that makes me feel like I'm living on a hoarder reality show (which, let’s be real, sounds oddly appealing right now). How does one person end up with 15 mugs they've only used twice? And don't even get me started on the boxes of old school papers from my childhood. I keep thinking someday these will come in handy or make me nostalgic, but mostly it just takes up space and collects dust. I mean, yes, there's always that chance one day I'll need to reference a specific math problem set from seventh grade or have an urgent craving for tea in a specific shade of blue. But let’s be honest, what are the odds? It feels like this constant battle between future usefulness and current messiness. Maybe it's just part of growing up? Am I alone in this struggle, or is everyone secretly hoarding old stuff from their past? I guess what I'm asking is, do you guys ever feel this way about your belongings? Is there some sort of psychological benefit to keeping all these relics around or am I just a mess waiting to happen? What’s the tipping point between sentimental value and straight-up clutter? Any tips for someone looking to clean out their junk drawer (and beyond)?