'My voice brought my mind back from wherever it went. As loud as it could wail, it sang, “Clang, clang, clang went the trolley! Ding, ding, ding went the bell!” My body spun in an effort to help my mind locate the screaming lunatic so I could shut her the hell up.
Comprehension clicked. Body and brain realized we were all one screaming lunatic.’
“The thing about shame,” she said, “is that it’s easier if someone else pulls it out of you. You write it down, no one knows who writes what. When someone else reads it, when you hear your shame talking back to you, it’s out there. It’s in front of you.”