The support group started right on time. About halfway through, apprehensively, I made my way to the podium. I felt the calling and it was my turn to confess. With all eyes on me, the walk down the middle aisle seemed miles long. I stood behind the podium, straightened the microphone, cleared my voice more than once, grabbed both sides of the podium, and gave in a higher power. "I'm a collector," I warbled. What a relief to have been on the first step to becoming a recovering collector. With that said, let the record reflect that I am not a hoarder!
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