I recently deleted my entire collection of relevant content. It was about 100 gb large, and took me years of work to amass. I curated the collection and dedicated hours and hours or organizing and sorting, improving and touching up, finding the highest resolutions available, stitching together pics that had been cropped apart to assemble the full version. I taught myself photo shop to fix images, and taught myself some coding to help with the cataloging.
And now all that work is gone. It sounds so silly, but I shared so much with these girls, spent so much time and effort nurturing my collection and watching it grow, from a modest little thing to an impressive collection with many rare, vintage and hard to find items. I'll never know for certain, but I could have been the only person to have assembled some of these image sets to the level of completeness that I did. And now they are all gone. Some of these sets might have been forever lost to time. I will never be able to get them back, and now they are gone forever.
I knew the time had come; it was starting to have a severe negative impact my life and relationships, and I was getting to a point that I honestly didn't care that it WAS negatively impacting my life that way, because as long as I had my collection, I didn't need anyone else. I honestly feel like I lost a dear, close friend or family member. When I was sad, it was always there to cheer me up. When I was bored, it was always there to spend time with me. When I was lonely, it was always good company. It was never judgmental, and always happy to see me. I'm actually pretty depressed about it, and feel as though I'm going through the bereavement process. To make matters worse, I don't have a soul I can talk to about it. I miss them all so much.