The Secret Hoarding Habit

I’ve always considered myself a minimalist who values the experience over material things. But lately, I find myself holding onto stuff that serves absolutely no purpose in my life, old T-shirts with holes, broken pens, scraps of paper with nothing written on them. It’s like there’s this secret hoarder inside me trying to emerge. Why do I feel so compelled to keep useless items? Is it some sort of nostalgia or fear of waste? Or am I just being lazy and avoiding the effort of letting things go? My room is starting to look a bit chaotic, which is totally out of character for me. What’s going on with my brain? Am I alone in this struggle?