*Luna*
I sat on the stool, not knowing where to look. Although I knew why I was there and what role I had to play, I couldn't stop the wave of shamers shouting at me from the inside, telling me what a liar and usurper I was and, above all, how it was inappropriate to identify with these women sitting next to me.
"Maybe our new friend Una will say something about herself to welcome her to our Iris Group." Therapist Gil turned to me and, with a sweet, devout Catholic smile and a gentle clap, exposed me to public view for the first time and engaged me in conversation.
It took me a full two days to start responding to the mention of my new name, and now that I heard it, I immediately began to stress out. My heart almost jumped out of my chest at the mere indication of being active in a grou
