Correction

In this post, I wrote that I had difficulty disposing of physical objects as a child because "they were loyal to me", and "they had suffered for me".  

It's been bothering me ever since because although that's what I wrote, that isn't really what I felt. It's almost as if I let what I'm supposed to say lead me in setting down words, instead of an authentic description of my own feelings.

I was going to change it to, "They had been my friends," but that's not really it, either. What I was trying to say was that they were valuable & precious in their own right, as independently-existing things in the world. Their value wasn't bestowed upon them by me nor did it derive itself from their proximity to me. It was part of them and part of their nature, as if they were alive, completely without reference to me.  

I changed the words in the post.