“This is surreal,” Monica Lewinsky kept saying. She was trying to make her way to her seat in a crowded room where everyone wanted her attention. It was a hot summer night in New York, in a blip of a pandemic reprieve before the delta variant hit, and the city’s vaccinated elite were practically vibrating with energy. Nobody had been to a party like this in a long time. The occasion was a July screening and reception to promote FX’s Impeachment, the latest instalment of Ryan Murphy’s American Crime Story anthology series, which revisits the events leading up to the impeachment of President Bill Clinton through the perspectives of the women involved. Lewinsky is a big part of that story, of course. So are Linda Tripp, the friend who exposed her affair with the president; Paula Jones, who had accused him of sexual harassment; and, to a lesser extent, Hillary Clinton. But Lewinsky is the only one who is a producer on the show. Lewinsky, 48, had skipped the screening portion of the evening – no need to rewatch the most humiliating period of her life with a roomful of strangers, she joked – and had a video session with her therapist. But she agreed to attend the reception afterward. It took place in the old Four Seasons restaurant – once a nexus of Manhattan’s famous and powerful, some of whom had returned to their old haunt for the event. There was Tina Brown, the celebrated editor who in 1999 published the first interview with Hillary Clinton about the affair, in Talk magazine, and would later remark how gracious Lewinsky had been when they spoke that evening. Gay Talese, picking at a filet mignon, noted out loud to his tablemates how much thinner she looked. Calvin Trillin, another stalwart of New York’s media elite, rose as the room offered Lewinsky a roaring standing ovation. The new faces included Beanie Feldstein, seated next to Lewinsky, who plays her in the 10-part series, and who for months had carried around a copy of Lewinsky’s autobiography in her backpack. Nearby was Sarah Paulson, who so convincingly embodies Tripp in the show – her hulking posture, the cadence of her voice – that certain scenes gave Lewinsky flashbacks. Lewinsky was 22 when her relationship with the president began – an affair that played out over 18 months, mostly within the Oval Office, even as she moved into a full-time job in the Pentagon. Impeachment begins on the day it all came crumbling down: Jan. 16, 1998, when the FBI ambushed her in the Pentagon City mall. “That was the most terrifying day of my life, which competes for worst day with the release of the Starr report,” Lewinsky said. Lewinsky, 48, had skipped the screening portion of the evening — no need to rewatch the most humiliating period of her life with a roomful of strangers, she joked — and had a video session with her therapist In the show’s opening scene, we see a young Lewinsky in workout gear and tube socks, naively waiting for Tripp, who had by then turned over some 20 hours of secretly recorded phone conversations between them. The next 11 hours, in which Lewinsky was interrogated in a nearby hotel room and threatened with 27 years in jail, would change the course of her life – and, of course, become one of the enduring political scandals of our time. We all know what came next. A steamy 160-page report to Congress. Oral sex jokes on late-night television, and an uptick in cigar sales. The impeachment hearings. A tarnished political legacy. And a young intern who once dreamed of becoming a forensic psychologist whose identity was now seemingly carved in stone: That woman. Since then, Lewinsky tried reinventing herself repeatedly, for a long time without much success. There was a failed handbag line. A brief stint in reality TV. Moving overseas. Nearly a decade of self-imposed silence. But that began to change in 2014, with an essay in Vanity Fair – in which she declared it was time to “burn the beret and bury the blue dress” and “bring a purpose to my past”- and then a TED Talk the following year, about the public humiliation she endured. Together they told a new version of her story at a time when the culture seemed ready to hear it – amid greater awareness about bullying and trauma and a more sophisticated understanding of sexual power dynamics. “The world was now understanding her side of things,” said David Friend, her editor at Vanity Fair, where she is a contributor. She has since found paid work campaigning against bullying and speaking on the subject. She has slowly made her way into producing, including an upcoming documentary about public shame and a newly-formed production company, aptly titled Alt Ending. But Impeachment, which premieres on Sept. 7, is the most personal – and arguably the most prominent – chapter in her rehabilitation. The good news for Lewinsky is that this time she’s shaping the story herself. The bad, perhaps, is that it means reliving the darkest period of her life – and introducing it to at least one generation that wasn’t around to see it. She still isn’t exactly sure how she feels about the whole thing. And yet there she was at the reception, in the company of so many of those who once made a living mocking her, preparing to revisit the same drama from which she has spent half a lifetime trying to move on. She looked happy, smiling as she greeted dozens of well-wishers, but also slightly wary. “When you have made a colossal mistake like I did so early in your life, and lost so much because of it, the idea of making a mistake is catastrophic,” she told me later. “And yet in order to move forward, I have to take risks. I have to try things. I have to continue to define who I am.” I first met Lewinsky seven years ago, as she was preparing to reemerge after nearly a decade out of the spotlight. I had come of age in the Clinton era. As a teen, I vividly remember poring over the Starr report with friends, too young to understand the complexities or power dynamics of the president’s affair with a young intern, but old enough to know there was something we weren’t supposed to like about “that woman” – the one the president, in a news conference, angrily denied having had “sexual relations with.” When I got to know Lewinsky, more than a decade later, she was 41, but without many of the things a person her age might want: a permanent residence, a source of income, a career path, a family of her own. While the rest of the world – the Clintons, the news media, even the other women involved – had moved on, she was seemingly frozen in time. Not for lack of trying. In 2005, she once again tried to start over, moving to London for a master’s degree in social psychology. She hoped she might be able to resume what her therapist at the time called “a normal developmental track.” “I wanted a job, I wanted a husband, I wanted kids,” she said. “I wanted to be treated normally.” But she could never quite escape the shadow that hung over her name. After graduate school, she moved briefly to Portland, Oregon, where she tried, and failed, to get a job in marketing. “I must have applied for 50 jobs,” she said. And so she retreated. She moved back to Los Angeles, where she had grown up, still dependent on her parents for financial support. She volunteered and spent time with friends, and worked with a variety of mental health specialists. All the while, she continued to turn down offers to capitalize on her story: television, books, plays, a graphic novel and hundreds of interviews. Recently, she found herself on a road near Pasadena that jolted her back to that aimless time in LA, when she’d drive long distances to pass the time. “It was a dark, dark time,” she said. “I just had no purpose.” Then, in 2010, Tyler Clementi, a student at Rutgers University, killed himself after his roommate used a webcam to film him in an intimate encounter with another man. Lewinsky had no connection to Clementi, but her mother was beside herself with grief. She later realised her mother was “reliving a time when she sat by my bed at night, and made me shower with the bathroom door open,” out of fear she might take her own life. Lewinsky had spent time thinking about the impact of shame on the psyche; in graduate school, she had studied the effects of trauma on identity. But her mother’s response triggered something more urgent in her. She thought back to a conversation she’d had with a professor in graduate school – about how there was no “competing narrative” to her story. Could she be the one to write her way out? There is no perfect formula to reclaiming a narrative. And yet something about her Vanity Fair essay clicked. David Letterman expressed remorse over how he had mocked her. She was invited to speak at TED, and then at the Cannes Lions Festival and others, and not to talk about what happened then but about what was happening now. She became a catalyst for broader reconsideration of some of the other women who were cast aside in that era – Tonya Harding, Lorena Bobbitt, even Britney Spears, each now the subject of more thoughtful film or TV treatments. It was only a matter of time before Hollywood rediscovered Lewinsky. In 2017, Murphy had optioned the rights to A Vast Conspiracy, a bestselling book on the Clinton scandal by Jeffrey Toobin, who last year faced his own public scandal. Then #MeToo happened. Lewinsky, who has always maintained that her relationship with Clinton was consensual, wrote about the complexity of those power dynamics in another essay. Everywhere, it seemed, the legacies of powerful men were being reexamined, as were those of vilified women. Murphy ran into Lewinsky at a party, and told her: “Nobody should tell your story but you, and it’s kind of gross if they do.” He asked her to come on as a producer. She would have preferred there be no television series at all, she said. But if it was going to happen – and if it wasn’t Murphy, it eventually would be somebody else – she wanted to be in the room. “It’s much better to be going through this as part of something,” she said, “than to be desperately trying to find out what’s on the show.” These days, Lewinsky spends much of her time on other projects as well: She is putting the finishing touches on the documentary she is executive producing with director Max Joseph, 15 Minutes of Shame, which will air on HBO Max next month. She is working with producer Stacey Sher on a series reimagining a literary classic also about sex and shame. In June, she signed a producing deal with 20th Television. But two weeks before the premiere of Impeachment, she was getting anxious. We were at her apartment in Los Angeles, which overlooks the flats of Beverly Hills where she grew up. She was in a T-shirt and jeans, her hair in a messy bun, with candles and incense burning. An Ed Ruscha print with the word Miracle, a gift from a friend, was behind her. That morning, her PTSD had flared up. She wasn’t sure what caused it, exactly, but it had been building. Earlier in the week, she’d had to sit for a photo shoot for this story. Now there was a reporter in her home, asking to record their conversations. It would be impossible to extricate the Monica Lewinsky of today from what happened 23 years ago. Her mother, Marcia Lewis Straus, said Lewinsky’s experiences back then hadn’t changed who she is at her core – the “strong willed little girl” who could talk her into or out of anything. But it has changed how she approaches life: Cautiously. Guardedly. Fiercely protective of what she has rebuilt. Actor Alan Cumming has been a friend since they were introduced by a mutual friend in 2000, back when “she almost wasn’t really human to people,” he said. “When you realize what she’s been through, the fact that she is who she is – this warm, kind, hilarious, witty person – it’s just remarkable.” It’s true: Spend more than a few minutes with Lewinsky and you quickly realize she is far smarter, and funnier – often at her own expense – than she often got credit for. She is still careful, and at times circumspect, but she is a bit looser, a bit more self-assured, than she was even a few years ago. These days, she uses her name in public. She is comfortable cutting off an interview – or walking off a stage – if it goes to a place she isn’t comfortable. She is financially independent for the first time – making a living from producing, speaking and consulting fees. And she can laugh about things she couldn’t always. Like, say, the Clintons. When I was writing about her in 2015, Lewinsky abruptly pulled out after an artist who’d painted Bill Clinton’s portrait said in an interview that a “shadow” in his painting, owned by the National Portrait Gallery, was meant to represent the affair. She was really sorry, she said, but she just felt too exposed to go forward with the article. She eventually changed her mind.