I for many, many decades really tried to hide how not only how much shame I felt about sort of living, but my failures, my rejections, as if somehow if I revealed that that it would mark me, it would damage me, I would become Hester Prynne and yeah. Never be loved again. Yeah.
Durante muchos años intenté esconder, no solo lo avergonzada que me sentía de estar viva, sino de mis fallos, mis rechazos, como si al revelarlos me fueran a marcar, a hacer daño, como en “La letra escarlata” y que nadie me volvería a amar jamás.