Addiction... compulsion... obsession... dependence... infatuation... craving...
NEED.
I work as an RN in an emergency room. My stress level is ballistic on a daily basis and I work in a pressure cooker environment with my stressed out co-workers and frazzled docs performing in the same insane job arena. We deal with illness and injury, we witness the grief of families who have lost a loved one, and it tears our hearts out to listen to their sobs as we try to console them in our arms... we see people being ugly to one another, we witness life-threatening traumas, sick babies, heart attacks... the list is endless. Yet we return to do it all over again next shift.
I work overtime in order to pay for my annual
Disneyland trip. When I am exhausted, feeling beat up, or start to get lost in the suffering... I think, "well now, this will pay for my Walt Disney balcony seats for Fantasmic," or "this shift will help pay for the airfare."
My GOAL for the year is to get my tushiewacker BACK into that park.
It is a single-minded focus.
It borders a little on postal.
By the time December rolls around, I have hoarded my PTO like a demon possessed for the whole year, have worked myself into a "lack of REM sleep" psychotic state, and
NEED my Disney fix in order to restore my belief in good.
I am way beyond ready to toss off reality and enter my happy place.
Christmas is my favorite time of year and coupled with a week long Disneyland trip... well... I am in heaven.
Disneyland to me is PURE. I know this sounds hokey, but when you are up to your eyeballs dealing with some of the things that come through our door... domestic abuse, child abuse, elder abuse, negligence, abandonment, botched self-abortions, overdoses, suicide attempts, heart attacks from stress... you get the picture... well... a person can't help but crave an environment of innocence and incorruptability.
Disneyland has deep meaning for me.
It is such a wonder and so revitalizing to me to hear the laughter, to see the smiles, to see the joy that this place brings to people. I immerse myself in it like a person willing to drown. It restores my faith in the ability of people to be creative and present it in a virtuous way. I adore all things Disney.
Ok *steps down off soapbox*... sorry for the long-winded soloquy.
This question just struck a chord.
...my name is Kim and I am a Disney addict too!
for everything you do for people who need the help.
I think a trip in November is in order! Phew, now I feel better. Now to just convince DH. I'll sick his mini addict on him....she can get daddy to say yes to just about anything with those big ole blue eyes of hers.
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Why cant they have a disney school?
