Weight

Today I woke up early and I heard my nephew running around. I read a book to him. It was good, because then I don't have the knot in my stomach. But as soon as I got up I immediately felt anxious. The apartment is full of stuff- mine, my family's. It's like a weight on me. I keep wanting to sort things out, but it never really works. To feel good I need to get rid of the things I don't need. But it's such a problem. I keep thinking: I used to love this, how can I get rid of it? Or: this is practically new, how can I get rid of it? And so it goes. I'd like to break free from all the things that weigh me down - the boxes, the shelves, the stacks. But I only ever manage to throw away a couple of things. I've listened to loads of online lessons on how to declutter, but then my will just stops working.
I get anxious about all the decisions I have to make - should this stay or should it go?