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Changing Your Life Story and Finding Your Happy Ending

Change Your Story

“Maybe it’s not about the happy ending. Maybe it’s about the story.” ~Unknown

For the longest ever time, I had no idea what my own story was.

Desperately uncomfortable in my skin as a child, I was equal parts pathologically shy with strangers and fearless with my sisters and brother, running wild over the boulder-strewn southern California land during summers.

As a young girl, I was also, more than once, the target for predators and perps.

The nameless elementary school janitor who invited me into his dark and dirty closet one day. The terrifying neighbor who stopped me in a deserted alley when I was eleven or twelve. Strange grown-ups who pulled over to the curb as I walked alone, asking if I wanted a ride.

My own grandfather.

The fairy tale about living in a safe world, where adults care for their young ones as precious flowers, quickly became a horror story filled with monsters and demons. There wasn’t a hero in sight.

Maps and Masks

As Dr. Lewis Mehl-Madrona says, in Healing the Mind Through the Power of Story, “Brains use stories to make maps of the external world…” The map my brain made of the world was that adults were dangerous, bad things were normal, and secrets were the glue that held everything together.

I became masterful at wearing culturally acceptable masks in order to keep everyone at a safe distance, as well as to gain whatever conditional approval was available.

There was great relief in school. I was good at playing by the rules. Good at the linear academic part. Good as a people-pleasing little girl.

And truly, my life wasn’t all bad. There were good friends, lots of laughter, and an unspoken and unbreakable solidarity with my sibs—enough to start carefully making my way out into the larger world.

But, amongst all the craziness of so many mixed messages, I simply could not hear my own story. Who was I? Where was my place? What experiences and choices were mine?

The Chandeliers Are Shaking

The first adult job I loved—in the public relations department of the Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra—became a magical portal into a world I’d only dreamed about. A glittering world where grown-ups were world-class musicians, and sparkling dinner party companions.

In my little VW bug, I drove Simon Rattle (now Sir Simon, famed music director of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra); the late, great violinist Isaac Stern; jazz legend Dizzy Gillespie; and many others to interviews and lunches.

The best Happy Birthday ever sung? It was at a private party in a downtown hotel, sung by the entire cast of the opera Falstaff, gathered from all over the world for what turned out to be a critically acclaimed run. The chandeliers were shaking for real that night.

I found myself in a universe filled with adults who seemed to be effortlessly living happily ever after—everything I wasn’t.

The problem? It seemed as though everyone drank, except me.

Still excruciatingly shy, I had zero social skills. (It’s hard to learn how to use the proper cutlery when eating at Taco Bell, back in the day when our family took advantage of the Friday-night special—six tacos for a dollar— if there was enough money.)

I wanted what I thought those grown-ups had. My competitive nature kicked into high gear. The solution? Start drinking, of course.

Unbelievably enough, a handsome and powerful young prince fell in love with me. He was a major player in that shimmering universe.

I learned to keep up with him, drink for drink, and everyone else with whom we socialized. I learned to sparkle, too.

It’s Okay—Go Back to Sleep

Oh, the extremely fancy shindigs, with bottles and bottles of wines and cognac and scotch worth hundreds of dollars each! Glittering black-tie parties with incredibly accomplished stars, and the people who wanted to sit next to them.

I drank on the West coast; in the rarified air of Aspen, where we’d moved; in New York City. All the way across Europe, during fabulous trips that included the most exclusive backstage visits at La Scala in Milan and Amsterdam’s Concertgebouw. Always followed by uber-hip late-night suppers.

Boy, I was really living my story now, wasn’t I? You bet! I hadn’t thought about that elementary school janitor in years.

See? All better now. There aren’t any monsters in the closet. Go back to sleep.

Except that I began having trouble managing the hangovers. It got harder to ignore the way I felt every time I lied to the local wine storeowner, buying case after case, saying it was for parties at our house, when really, it was just for me.

Blessedly, I finally got to the point where I couldn’t stand myself anymore. I undertook the excruciating work of beginning to get real. To start living from my own story rather than anyone else’s.

Utter Misery, Anyone?

It took a long time. Can I just tell you?! There are parts of the heroine’s journey that are truly, absolutely miserable.

But never, not once, was there a time that learning to get, and stay real, felt worse than needing to finish a bottle of wine, by myself, every night.

Honestly? The traumatic experiences as a child, my journey into addiction and back out into recovery— healing the sacred wounds—all became the magic carpet ride leading to my life’s work.

Which has been to re-claim my story for myself. To understand how to live my own truth. To create enough space for my story to live me.

See, it’s not that life is so short but rather that it is that it’s so precious. We create our happy endings by choosing consciously, each day, which story we’re living.

Am I a too-wounded animal, never able to walk with dignity and pride? Do I trust that the world is a safe and loving universe? Is there enough support for me to fly as I’m meant to? Where did I put those wings, anyway?!

Finding Your Happy Endings Within Your Stories

Use simple mindfulness to hear the story you’re telling about your experiences.

Regular people experience horrible things every day. Malala Yousafzai, the Pakistani teen shot by the Taliban for refusing to quit school, was just awarded the Nobel Peace Prize, in part because of how she’s told her story. It’s one of love and forgiveness rather than hatred and revenge.

Notice what story you’re telling yourself about why you’re stuck.

“Another glass of wine? Sure, it’s been a rough week/year/life. I deserve it!” or, “This job is good enough,” or, “That person isn’t really a bully,” or, “I’m okay. I can handle it. I don’t need any help.”

Please, find a trained professional to help if you think you’re pretending just a wee bit too much that all is well when it isn’t.

Look within the stories you’ve been telling yourself and everyone else for the happy-ending possibilities.

Don’t see any? Here’s the secret: you can write your own stories, which creates new maps in the brain. Explore, play, pretend there may be another way to describe your experiences. It can actually be a lot fun. Who do you want to be? What life do you want? Go!

Fear is everything. Until it isn’t. Until we understand that it’s all in our minds.

Neuroscience research is full of studies showing how much control we have over shifting brain states, and cultivating a positive mindset. Who’s in charge, you, or the fear? You get to choose.

The happy endings are found within our stories. And we get to write those stories. Even further, we must live the most magnificent version of our stories. That’s what each of us is here to do.

Man throwing papers in the air image via Shutterstock

About Melanie Harth

Dr. Melanie Harth, PhD, lives in Santa Fe. She’s a psychologist-trained coach for women in their 30s, 40s, and 50s who are smart, passionate, determined … and stuck. Her clients are tired of playing small, and ready to do the work to change old patterns in relationships or jobs/careers. She’s all about Living From Happiness, and helping others do the same.

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Jennifer Thorne

Wow what an article. Thank you for sharing your truth … your story. Our minds are so powerful. We tell ourselves what we can and cannot do and then we believe it!! Thank you for shining your light on this illusion. And thank you for sharing your (as Debbie Ford would call it) unique recipe. We are a sum of our circumstances, take what serves you and leave the rest. You are such a shining example of the strength and courage it actually takes to do that.

lv2terp

Beautiful post! Thank you for sharing your vulnerability, and learned lessons! I love how you say, “To create enough space for my story to live me.” 🙂

Dr. Melanie Harth

Thanks so much! I so believe that’s how it works, if we can just trust enough to allow it to happen.

Dr. Melanie Harth

Gosh, thanks for your beautiful comment. It seems to me that we’re the sum of what we tell ourselves about our circumstances, which is where we get to choose what serves us and leave the rest. What do you think? I’m so grateful you took the time to comment.

Kelli

Unbelievably beautiful and inspiring

Kelli Cooper

HI Melanie
You are a really good storyteller…thank you for sharing such personal things. I really loved all your tips. I really loved the first two in particular because they help us tune into what is swimming through our minds all day. The raging river of thoughts just takes over, and we can feel powerless to stop it. Some things get so deeply ingrained and become such a deep part of us that we may not even be fully aware of certain beliefs we harbor and how much they have shaped our lives for the worse.

Being willing to really face what is happening can be scary as we get really good at denying and repressing, but while that part can feel a bit icky, it is usually the worst of it. From that point on, we can just focus on clearing out the muck and filling our ‘cup’ with more positive points of views.

Great post!

Dr. Melanie Harth

I’m discovering that it’s easy to be vulnerable when folks understand how to hold that … which is to say, they’re Tiny Buddha readers! Thank you.

Dr. Melanie Harth

Thank you so much. Yep, denying and repressing only seem easier. And those subconscious beliefs? Yikes!

Dr. Melanie Harth

Thank you. I’m so grateful you took the time to comment 🙂 .

Veena

Thank you so much for writing this, it had me in tears. I am not alone. Though I have no become addicted to alcohol or drugs, there is a restlessness inside that always carries and I know I could go down that path. I am still trying to figure out my story and to trust even one other person.

applebe2

This was such an amazing story. Thank you for sharing. I have recently entered the entertainment industry, and as someone who comes from a similar background as you, it can at times be very hard to sort out my story. Thank you again. I will be returning to this post.

Dr. Melanie Harth

Thanks so much for your support! And, please … stay in touch, let me know how it’s going. Take care, Melanie

Dr. Melanie Harth

Oh boy, I know that restlessness. For me, it’s been both fantastic fuel to keep me moving forward. And … if I’m not paying attention — being mindful — it can take me over a cliff. Earth School lessons abound. Please stay in touch.

LifeChangingStories

There is a lot of wisdom to your words here. Thank you for your creativity, perspective, and sage-like stories.

Veena

I keep coming back to your words. Is there any other way to contact you other than this public forum?

Dr. Melanie Harth

Sure — you can send me a private email at melanie@melanieharth.com. Looking forward to hearing from you!

Thank you so much. I’m telling you, it’s support such as yours that helps keep me going 🙂 . We’re all in it together, aren’t we? Take good care.

Dr. Melanie Harth

Absolutely! That’s the key to the kingdom … the truth that we get to choose what serves us. Beautifully states — thanks. Let me know how it goes for you, OK?