For all what exists in the grasp of a human conscience, giving up on something held for a while hurts more than anticipating the good in it.
For a while now I have thought about hoarders. There's behavioral studies that have examined them and psychiatrists have assessed them. It is rather easy to put a label on any behavior. That is why during my psychiatry cycle my professor in-charge told me
"EVERY HUMAN IS A PSYCHIATRIC PATIENT."
Any body who walked passed that big brown door with golden handles and sat across one of us in a white coat would most probably leave with at least a prescription and a remark. It is almost impossible not to classify anyone into something.
The exact same is plausible with us while we just sit down and ponder about how mentally stable we are. I could tell you plenty ways you'd meet the requirements to be tied into a straightjacket. I could also classify you into something petty but disgraceful.
Quick we are to hiss at the hoarder, while we live on the principles they live by. Of hoarding was accepted on a broader spectrum then the thoughts overburdened in your temple would also match the lines.
The same way every junk is a jewel, and the house is almost close to falling apart, bugs and termites are rampant, and living in there is a hazard. In a similar fashion is your think juice the same. Close to making everything fall apart and only letting more and more negativity run about, while becoming a hazar to yourself and others.
Its not a jewel. Cast it. Let it burn. Let yourself free.