I have purged several times. What breaks my heart even more than the clothes, makeup, etc is pages and pages of journals and writing. I even tossed a half-finished novel I was working on. (which I am slowly trying to reconstruct) Purging, I have decided, sucks! No more for me thanks.
As I've gotten older the need to express "Jen" has gotten stronger. Much stronger. I can't kerp her in the safety of her closet much longer.
