Super Heroes Fail . . .

Why do you write?
That is the question for today and my answer is
“because super heroes fail.”

All though my life, I have believed in “super heroes.”
I believed there was always going to be someone
who would “rescue” me, save me
from whatever was happening in my world,
take me away from whatever was hurting me . . .
but that did not happen—ever.

First, there was disappointment when no super hero
appeared during my childhood illness requiring hospital
stays and treatments disrupting my life, my activities,
my school . . . no super hero to make me like “normal” kids.

Then, there was the time of abuse by a trusted adult
continued by threats to destroy the family if it was revealed
requiring eventual removal from all friends and family at a
young age . . . no super hero showed up.

Without going through all the gory details of bad choices
leading to life with those who dealt out extreme “punishments”
to one who believed it was deserved, no super hero showed up
in any of the multiple times of such deep agony that it led to the
choice to end it all . . . no super hero came.

SO, WHY DO I WRITE?
#1 – as a catharsis, a way to discharge pent-up emotions
to try to find relief from the pain which also often leads me
to a different perspective on my times of pain from choices
made by me and by others – gaining understanding and insights
with no need to assign blame and looking back on writings
from the darkest times reminds me of what I came through
giving me hope for the future, future healing, finding more of me.

#2 – no one should face pain alone
altruism, unselfish concern for the welfare of others
has grown out of my path through darkness
I want to offer others HOPE –
the belief that, if I can make it
through the messes I came through,
they can make it through, too!

Bottom line:
I write to share that,
while “super heros fail,”
there is healing and hope
as we are all in this together
and there are many like me
who willingly expose their failures
to encourage others to hope
which is really the one point of light
that can guide us through all perceived “failures”

Super Heroes fail – we ALL fail . . .
BUT each of us who
walk through the darkness
prove that
hope keeps “failure” from being fatal –
let’s keeping holding up that light of hope
in a world that often seems so dark
and never let anyone face pain alone!


#bloganuary

About Jeanne

a work in progress . . . God's grace has brought me through many traumas of varying intensities and I am alive today (both physically & spiritually) because of Him and His work: "For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus"-Philippians 1:6. My childhood was spent living in many places in the United States due to my family's music or ministry—The Hicks Family, made up of Olan & Barbara Hicks, my younger brothers, Clint & Chuck & me, sang in different combos (put out an album), does so no longer professionally . . . but, visit a family gathering in Searcy & you're bound to hear some foot-tapping sounds (or catch my dad & mom on the road)! I believe that every moment of each life path (the good & what I perceive as the bad) God works together for my good as His child whether I understand it or not. MUSIC and MINISTRY are still primary aspects of the path God has me walking—so exciting! Words that have encouraged me since 1980: ". . . giving them a garland instead of ashes,The oil of gladness instead of mourning,The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting So they will be called oaks of righteousness,The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified." Isaiah 61:3
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2 Responses to Super Heroes Fail . . .

  1. granonine says:

    As a retired counselor, I was deeply touched by your post. You are not alone. I know that’s not helpful, but I do wish I could have met you and helped you long before you experienced all that you did.

    • Jeanne says:

      Thank you so much! I have come to be thankful for what I gained from those dark times, not the times, but I would not be who I am today without them. Your heart speaks caring in a way so needed today—thank you!

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