My name is Jo, and I’m a former hoarder. For me, hoarding came from a place of grief. We lost our baby boy at 18 weeks — a deeply traumatic experience, as all miscarriages are. He was the second baby we lost, and we would go on to lose one more before welcoming our youngest son. At the time, I didn’t realise I was hoarding. I told myself I was just keeping things “in case we might need them one day”… right? When we moved into our current home — a former HMO that we’ve restore
