Brain Trauma

I didn’t realize I had a hoarding problem for a very long time. In fact, many thought by the time I was given counseling, it was too late. My home was in ruins and my relationships were just as damaged. The hoarding began by move love for my pet poodles. I wanted to give them every luxury in the world. Slowly, as years passed, my home became filled with squeaky toys, dog bedding and moldy Milk Bones. It was not until I my smallest pooch was lost among the piles of chew toys that I realized I might have a problem.

Unfortunately, hoarding is not a problem that I could solve alone. Not only was I physically unable to remove all of my dog’s precious toys form my residence, I could not mentally let go. When my daughter recommended I seek help form the behavioral health department at Saint Mary’s. They provided me with counseling and gave me the resources I needed to hire an outside service to remove the dog accessories from my home.

Although I still often have impulses to buy dog collars in bulk, I remember what I have learned from my doctor and always seek his advice in times of struggle.

Louis - Hopwood, PA