I feel like I've wasted thousands and thousands of dollars so frivolously on what I pretend is a hobby but is really just a defence mechanism. My clothes feel like my only friends, which is both embarrassing and distressing. I rarely speak, I feel like a literal mannequin. 

Does anyone else experience obsession with their presented image? How might I go about untangling the negative behaviours from the hobby I'd ultimately still like to engage in? 