It takes a lot of courage to admit that you have an addiction. Admitting the problem is the first step towards recovery. I’ve struggled with this addiction for many years. It started out innocently, but slowly became something bigger than me – something that I just couldn’t control any longer. That’s when I decided that it was time for me to do something.
My name is Chris Budd, and I have a t-shirt addiction.
At the last count, I have 63 t-shirts in my closet. This is not counting the other t-shirts that are in a dresser in our guest room. These are mainly older shirts that I don’t wear much, or seasonal shirts (i.e.: Christmas – yes, I have a few… 5-6 Christmas t-shirts). My t-shirts are hung proudly in my closet, sorted in ROY G BIV fashion because I’m also slightly OCD.
My addiction is not limited to t-shirts. I also have a problem with jackets. And shoes. I need support. This is my cry for help. Don’t let me be another statistic.
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You’re asking the wrong friend! I did pack away a lot of my tshirts. my problem is all the race shirts. I don’t want to get rid of them. I’m contemplating a quilt. maybe you could look at that as an option.