These Piles Deplete My Energy

I have seen hoarders. I need a refresher though. Today. Right now. As I decide to give up because this bedroom is too much for me. There has been a possible raccoon den in the corner for six or eight years. Today was the day I decided to tackle it, hoping not to find a beaver dam or a tiger den. One tiny corner that turned into a mammoth mountain of stuff that I have spent years throwing into a taller pile. There are bags, boxes, purses, backpacks, and some hidden plastic containers in there somewhere. Last week I threw about one eight of it on the bed, so I would be forced to take action, to get started. I did not though because the bed pile overwhelmed me, took all my energy. Depleted me so hard and fast, I promptly got physically sick. Maybe as an excuse to not do it? This morning it was grinning at me wickedly from the bed. Sapping my energy, and my strength. It is weird that when I lug this stuff home I have high aspirations for it. But just dragging it in usurps all my energy. It has sat here glaring at me for years. I start going through it rapidly the first few hours. Then I decide to try to nap, but I cannot rest. The only solution is to take it all back to the resale store and give it back. A pattern I know well.