My biggest fear...

Here's something not a lot of people know about me:
I'm terrified of becoming a hoarder.  I very literally have nightmares about it!
Don't laugh.  It could happen to me.  It really could...
Sometimes I feel like I'm only one traumatic event away from living surrounded by piles of junk and making excuses for why the all the food in my fridge has turned to green liquid.  I watch Hoarders.  I know the warning signs.  Here are the ones I exhibit:

1. I catch myself stockpiling.  Whether it be cleaning supplies, office supplies, personal care items or other nonsense household items...there is no doubt that I have a. lot. of. stuff.  Worse?  I get anxious when I think I might run out of something or when I think something I use will be discontinued.
2. A few weeks ago, my grandmother found some pencils with my great-grandparents' names etched on them.  My sister said "Hey, give them to Rachel!  We'll find them in some plastic container 10 years from now."  And she's right.  I like to save things.  Right now, I have 3 plastic bins in the storage space under my stairs filled with childhood memory items.  I have 1 bin in my office and a trunk in my mom's basement.  While that may not seem like a lot, I'm only one person!  And I'm only 29.  I'm only going to collect more things I want to save.
3. I have the ability to ignore spaces in my house that overwhelm me.  For example, I use one of the bedrooms in my condo as a "storage" room and when I felt like it was too full, I simply closed the door.  Out of sight, out of mind.  Not good...
4. I like to shop.  I am very careful not to spend beyond my means, but I do spend!
5. I can be messy.  Clean?  Yes.  Tidy?  Um, most of the time.  But I am definitely guilty of not picking up the laundry on the floor and I don't immediately put everything back in its place.  And, living alone, there's no one I answer to if it doesn't get done.  Sometimes I do feel like it gets out of hand, at which point I just buckle down and do it.  But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about the day I don't.
6. I feel emotionally attached to things.  An old mix tape, a ticket stub from a movie, a hemp necklace I made when I was 13, a picture someone drew for me - they all mean something to me and I would feel sad giving them up.  Right now, I can manage that attachment and am able to purge some things without feeling too badly about it.  But what if it becomes more difficult for me?  Am I doomed to a life surrounded by piles and piles and piles of stuff?

Guess we'll just have to wait and see...