I went to my present homegroup first 10 years ago. I subsequently went back on different occasions drunk, and/or whacked and finally crippled with incomprehensible demoralization. I'm sure some snickered each time I came crawling but most loved me until I loved myself. Reminds me of that little slogan "What other people think (of me) is none of my business"
Congratulations to come back to the land of the living!