Ah; one story with at least two meanings.Did you write this as a parable on purpose?
Here’s how your story hits me.
When I was young, I lived in a place of shame. A place of many wrongs done by others and by myself.
When I became an adult, I tried to forget about the pain of that shameful place. Addiction moved in; another place of shame.
But eventually I stopped denying all the places of shame I have lived in. That opened the door to my new place; a place of forgiving others and of taking personal responsibility. I would never have been able to appreciate living here had I not first lived in those places of shame.
So am I crazy to think that the shameful places I’ve thankfully left, are in some way deserving of honor?