Chapter 1: The Two-Season Rule

My sisters often tease me about my strict “two-season rule” for my wardrobe. I firmly believe in clearing out the old to make way for the new. Clutter drives me crazy! One of my sisters would get anxious whenever I came over, and I never quite understood why. I thought a little tidying up while she was at work would be harmless.

Yet, weeks later, my phone would ring incessantly. “Where did you put this? What about that?” she would ask, her voice tinged with worry. Deep down, she dreaded that I might have tossed something important. A clean countertop is wonderful—unless it disrupts someone else's idea of organization.

Eventually, I grasped my mistake and decided to confine my decluttering to my own spaces. The distress on my sister’s face took away the joy of cleaning for me. Still, the act of donating, discarding, and simplifying was exhilarating, along with the associated benefits: a fresh sense of clarity, control, and focus.

The stress vanished and my mood lifted. I could think clearly without distractions, and I wasn’t constantly searching for lost items. I felt unburdened and lighter, having passed along things I no longer needed but others might cherish.

However, here’s the irony: while I was zealously purging physical items, I was completely unaware of the need for emotional decluttering. I held onto my husband and other relationships for years without question. I was a relationship hoarder, unwilling to let anyone go. Despite the fact that my husband often pleaded for me to reconsider our bond, I didn't hear him.

He belonged to the category of things that are hard to let go of: the items you no longer use but once adored. The emotional baggage was something I shuffled around, unsure whether to keep it or not. Sentimentality often clouded my judgment—those were moments I wanted to preserve, albeit only as memories now.

Marie Kondo would have asked, “Does it spark joy?” The answer was a resounding no, at least for quite some time. I detest clutter, and my two-season mentality should have applied to my heart as well. The emotional spring cleaning I desperately needed never crossed my mind.

The renewed sense of clarity, control, and focus I sought in my surroundings also applied to my emotional state. Stress dissipated, and my mood soared. I was able to think clearly and was free from distractions. I was lighter, unencumbered by the emotional weight I had carried for far too long.

Rest assured, I didn't discard anything truly valuable.

Chapter 2: A New Perspective on Happiness

In this video, titled "Why I Got Divorced/ Back to Court/ Relationship with my Family?? / Finally Sharing The Truth," I delve into my journey of rediscovering happiness and the importance of prioritizing one's own well-being.