Confessions of a Packrat

I'm cleaning my bedroom.  That's pretty innocent, isn't it?  I was folding the mass of sweaters in my wardrobe, and picking the other up from the floor when I came across the three that I have been avoiding.  When I first moved to the house, there was a moth issue.  I'd never experienced that before...and they chewed a few holes into three of my really nice sweaters.  Well, that was a couple of years ago.  Now, I have to confront them...do I keep them?   And wait till I get around to mending them, they are nice sweaters after all...Do I pitch them?  They won't do anyone else any more good than they're doing me at the moment...or do I keep them until I find a project that they'll work for?  These shouldn't be revolutionary questions, or really questions that should prey on my mind.  It feels like if I answer this wrong, I'm going to end up as one of those people on hoarders.  Like if I can't make the correct decision, it's going to affect every part of my life...my sanity, my ability to get things done, my motivation to find a better job.  If I can't get my house in order, I can't get my life in order.  I don't want to run away, but I don't know how to start.