The Day I Dread; When My Reassurance Is Wrong

Twenty-five years of getting away with it…

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It started out as a throw-away line, a way to reassure those around me. And it’s stuck, with it becoming my go-to saying. A way of giving reassurance when it’s most needed.

Don’t worry, everything will be okay…

You see, my wonderful wife suffers from depression, something I am not the best at dealing with. I try, I do, but I find it hard, all too often saying the wrong thing. I am the best at making matters worse.

Over time one phrase seems to have calmed my wife down. I’m not sure why I guess it is the peace which stems from it.

Don’t worry, everything will be okay…

The trouble is, it’s a lie. I speak it, offering comfort to those who worry all the time. But, to be honest, I have no idea whether everything is going to okay or not.

Yet I keep saying it.

I have spoken it so many times over the last twenty-five years. I use it at times of trouble, of times of uncertainty and pain. Oh, and we have suffered pain. Illness and difficulty have never been far away, and often self-inflicted too.

We have had to face uncertainty. My wife had to have major brain surgery, we were forced into moving home and I have lost my job more times than I care to remember. Every step of the way, I’ve turned to that phrase offering reassurance.

Don’t worry, everything will be okay…

We have also made big decisions which have backfired. We once moved 200 miles away for a job. The resulting isolation created much unhappiness, putting intense pressure on everyone. Within six months we had packed up and returned to where we had come from. Everything was okay in the end.

How much longer can I get away with it?

You see, I’ve been saying it for twenty-five years now. Yet, I keep getting away with it. Yes, we have experienced tough times. Financial hardship and upheavals beyond our control, but we are still here. Still together and happy with it.

I could be wrong, it might not be a lie. The problem I have to overcome is that I don’t know. I have to carry the burden, the worry of not knowing.

It is the day I dread when my reassurance turns out to be wrong.

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