Having teased my friend mercilessly, I decided to check up on my own daughter, only to discover she appeared to be in the middle of some woods in Durham… in the pouring rain… Instantaneously, I am identifying her body in the morgue! I can see myself howling and wailing and, consequently I can feel the raw emotion coursing through my body. I am inventing a waking nightmare.
It transpired that my friend’s daughter was in a bar by the Thames with a friend. My daughter was walking on a road through the wood with twenty other students on a trip to the Off Licence. It would appear Snapchat Maps isn’t that accurate – a bit like our imaginations.
Telling myself “bad” things resulted in me feeling bad. That doesn’t mean I have to counteract them with “good” messages. It just means I need to notice what my mind is doing.
When my daughter’s bitmoji is in her student flat, or where I expect it to be, I relax. But the reality is I have no more evidence that she is OK in her flat than I have if she is in a wood. Whatever I tell myself, I’m inventing it, it is all just a story!