That it happened. That it hurt. That it shifted me. That I get up every morning. That I picked myself up, dusted myself off and carried on. That I’m still here. The that is the anchor. It’s the truth that doesn’t need decorating or defending and when I finally accepted the that, I stopped drowning in the why because the why can be twisted, the how can be complicated, the when can feel unfair, the who can break your heart and the where can leave you lost but the that... that is neutral, that is undeniable, that is where the healing begins.
Wear the sexy lingerie, every day. Wear the lipstick. Wear the heels. Drive the sportscar. Use the soft towels. Say yes, at least once a day. Say no more often. Use the 2 ply toilet paper. Wear the perfume, every day. Eat your favourite meal. Rest. When your body says so, not when your head tells you.