PAID IN FULL

Do you feel like all you have left to show for your life is a pile of pieces?

Friday, August 28, 2009, I walked into Celebrate Recovery, carrying my worn hobo bag stuffed with the pieces of my life; this was all I had left. Everything that made me, me, was gone, the unrecognizable remnants that remained — no one wanted.

As pieces of me were sampled by the world and discarded, I quickly brushed them up and placed them in the bag so no one else could see. I stored the pieces in the bag hoping one day someone could show me how to put “me” back together again — an exclamation point…