My name is [Name], and I’m a 30-something-year-old woman who’s been struggling with compulsive buying disorder for as long as I can remember. My friends and family have always known me as the girl who’s always on the lookout for the latest trends, the newest gadgets, and the most stylish outfits. But what they don’t know is that my love affair with shopping has been a decades-long, wallet-draining, and emotionally exhausting ride. I remember my first shopping spree like it was yesterday. I was 10 years old, and my parents had taken me to the mall for a special treat. I recall walking into a clothing store and being immediately overwhelmed by the rows and rows of colorful clothes, shiny accessories, and tantalizing fragrances. I tried on dress after dress, and my parents, delighted by my excitement, kept saying yes to every purchase. From that day on, I was hooked.
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As I sit here, surrounded by shopping bags and guilty conscience, I can barely muster the courage to admit it: I’m a shopaholic. And I’m not just talking about the occasional retail therapy session or a spur-of-the-moment purchase. No, I’m talking about a full-blown, can’t-stop-won’t-stop, utterly debilitating addiction to shopping. My name is [Name], and I’m a 30-something-year-old