To feel bad only when exposed, that is something. But it is too late. It is too late to mourn how bad you feel. To feel bad for the exposure of yours and to have thought you could go on forever unaffected, unharmed, righteous, privileged as such knowing what you know is all and everything there is to know. What to examine in you what you thought was unchangeable and therefore good. That you are perfect and you look at the imperfect, in comparison to you what there is, is all to improve.