Sometimes, a simple picture can evoke feelings you didn’t know you’ve had…
From a young age, we look forward to whom we might become one day and have the highest expectations of what that could be; Doctors, Firemen, Astronauts… I mean, we were children, everything seemed possible in our youth. Not at all realizing, what big shoes we must fill, that our expectations don’t always coincide with what life throws our way, and how they will become vastly unlike the fairy tales that we’ve once read.


This illness makes us feel much less like a princess or prince, and more like the Little Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe, or Humpty Dumpty who fell from the wall; only the shoe was also full of holes, and humpty’s piece’s have been misplaced. Has reading all of those “Happy Endings” set us up for real disappointments in life? In a way, yes!

First of all, wanting to only become a princess (I was a tomboy mind you, so being a princess was not on my list), is putting a chokehold on the minds of witty young girls. We can become so much more than someone’s arm candy or a trophy wife, and thankfully, many of us are. Telling us that this is all we have to look forward to is not conducive to our powers within. However, The Princess and the Pea does come to mind. The power to detect a pea beneath twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. That’s pretty impressive, I’d say, haha. We do feel that sensitive at times, no kidding; many sleepless nights for this gal!

All joking aside… to those of us who have risen up to the occasion and became independent women, I applaud you. But, what we have also come to realize is that raising a family is indeed hard work as well. So the fairy tales of yore were deceiving in many fashions. Thus, we were unprepared for life’s “gifts” of tragedies, heartbreaks, and illnesses. Yes, there were, and are, wonderful things in our lives; family, friends, and many celebrations, of course. But, those “Happy Endings” seem to be completely out of our reach.

These days we can be left feeling more like the eccentric Miss Havisham, from Charles Dickens‘ ‘Great Expectations’ (another favorite of mine), only we’re waiting for the “Ending” instead of the “Happy.” The ending of pain, the ending of disbelief, the ending of loneliness. We’re trying to just feel normal, and our “New Normal” is filled with searching… searching for the cure to what ails us. And if we do indeed find it, I guess that will be our…
HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
You‘re not alone! Love you all 💜💋MJ
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Love this post! Cute and so true! ~K.
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Thank you Kim darling! 💋💋💋
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