“It’s going to be okay. It’s all going to be okay.”
I used to scoff at those words. And no matter how warm the hug that accompanied them was, it did nothing to defrost my soul, assuage my fears or banish the darkness. They were hollow words. Even if the eyes that spoke them were the sincerest of them all; even if they actually believed it, it was still hollow. Because you know it’s not true. Those words are no ‘abracadabra’. No amount of wand swishing will make it “all okay”.
That’s what I thought.
But you know something? It really is going to be okay.