I began last year to address garbage in my life, the actual physical garbage. I’ve been dealing with the "inner-man" stuff for decades.

The outward garbage was never a problem for me until I was broken. Not broken by unmet expectations, but by misdirected emotions. The clutter began then.

I am slowly climbing out from under it. I would never have believed I would have to go through fear of what others think as I muddle like a mole in the dark from beneath the rubble of the rumors in my mind. But I am making progress in a healthy direction. It feels good every time I go to the dump, or everytime I put something where it belongs. It has been through the help of others, also refusing to remain selfish, and isolated.

Grace is amazing.