I had a difficult few days at the end of last week and into this week, constantly thinking about Mum. The grief manifests itself in my body as unexpected lathargy and I simply have to allow it to pass. Pushing through isn’t working at the moment so I’m waiting. Doomscrolling seems to go hand in hand with feeling listless and it’s as if the algorithm reads my mind, presenting stories to lift me out of my funk. One such story caught my attention and helped me overcome feelings of doubt about everything working out after Mum’s death. The caption and a narrator saying “What if everything works out?” against a background I can’t remember made me think, “What if it all works out?”