Finding the Light
Yet even on that dark, dark day there was some life force within me that meant I knew I had to pull myself up and propel myself forward. That nothing good would come from anger, bitterness or resentment.
I met with the editor of Red magazine and told her everything. She asked if I wanted to write about my experience and I told her I did. As I typed my story out it felt cathartic. Helped me process what had happened and make a bit more sense of it.
I felt sick emailing it off. Worried that by talking publicly I would expose my children to more harm, make myself look mad, sad or bad. But I did it anyway.
It was the start of my climb out of the pit of despair. People messaged in their thousands. They empathised, told me their own stories. Then editors and TV and radio producers got in touch wanting to interview me. Eventually a publisher asked me to write a book.
Suddenly I was front page news (literally!). My Instagram account grew quickly and became a place that women could tell their stories. Sharing experiences helped us all. When people have affairs, they often behave in unexpected ways. The cognitive dissonance that arises from them acting against their moral code can make them angry and cold hearted.
Understanding this is key.
I often muse on why people’s best creative work comes from crisis (hello Adele and Lily Allen) and it’s to do with an alchemic mix of vulnerability, authenticity and hope.
So, for anyone suffering from heartbreak, sadness or grief, I feel your pain. Keep going, one step, one day, one micro improvement at a time. I promise this crappy experience will make you stronger, more resilient and more empathetic. And quite possibly happier. It did me.