I have a friend whose house was in a similar condition. After her husband died quite suddenly, I went over one day to help her ‘tackle’ the spare bedroom.
I got such a shock. The room was piled high with ‘stuff’, clothes, furniture, magazines, paperwork, books, bric a brac. You couldn’t cross the room to get to the window, it was so, well, cluttered was not a strong enough word. It had been used as a dumping ground for anything and everything. You just didn’t know where to start.
We ended up by compromising and spending the entire day sorting out her airing cupboard, which encompassed an entire wall in her bathroom. Clothes, towels, bedding, toiletries, piled high on every shelf and available bit of space.Everything was taken out, sorted, either dumped, charity bagged or put back neatly folded. She was so thrilled, and I’m sure it has stayed tidy.
What I’m trying to say is it’s so easy to say ‘go in with a few cardboard boxes and be ruthless’. Sometimes it is all just so overwhelming, and I know my friend was mortified to let anyone else know how bad it had got.
Should add, although her house is still quite cluttered and very lived in, she has made headway with her sorting out, and is in a much better place. I would have carried on helping her, but Lockdown came along and put paid to that, but I’m sure the tidied airing cupboard gave her the impetus to see that it could be done, albeit not all at once.