Cinderella, The Frog King & Co. – How Fairy Tales Still Run Your Adult Life Today
- Jul 7
- 4 min read
What was your favourite fairy tale as a child?
Pause for a moment. Really think about it.
And now the second question — the one that changes everything:
How do you live today?
Are you still waiting for someone to come and rescue your life?Do you give and give — hoping that this time it will be different?Do you hide your most beautiful sides, afraid of standing out?Do you believe, deep down, that love means being locked away?
If something stirs in you at any of these questions — keep reading.
Because what I'm about to show you has nothing to do with coincidence.
"And if they have not died, they are living still."
This sentence appears at the end of almost every fairy tale.
Harmless. Reassuring. Almost like a promise.
But what does it do to a child?
A child doesn't think abstractly. A child thinks concretely. And a child wants one thing above all else — for nobody to die.
So it takes on the role. Completely. One hundred percent.
Not because it is foolish. But because it loves. And because it cannot yet distinguish between story and truth.
This is not fantasy. This is the psychological programming of small children's minds — at a time when the brain still absorbs everything unfiltered, like a sponge that cannot choose what it takes in.
The programs — one by one
Cinderella
Waiting. Cleaning. Serving. Suffering in silence.And someday — when you've been good enough, beautiful enough, humble enough — he will come. The prince. And rescue us.
The child learns: I am not worthy as I am. I must earn it first. I must wait.
I was Cinderella my whole life. Since childhood.Waiting. Serving. Postponing life until later.
The Frog King
How many frogs have you kissed hoping one of them would become a prince?
One? Five? Twelve?
The child learns: Love means transforming someone. If I just give enough, love enough, endure enough — then one day he will become the person I dream of.
I have never kissed a king awake, by the way. Not a single one. 😄
Snow White
Always having to be the fairest. Always being compared. Always in danger because of your own beauty, your own strength, your own light.
The child learns: Those who shine too brightly get poisoned. Better to hide. Be smaller. Be less.
And if you dare to shine anyway — watch out. The apple is coming.
Rapunzel
Locked in a tower. By someone who says he loves her.
The child learns: Love means being locked away. Someone who truly loves you won't let you go. Control is care. Confinement is safety.
These are the misunderstandings of love — written deep into the subconscious, long before we ever had our first relationship.
The Rainbow Fish
Not a fairy tale — a picture book. And perhaps the most subtle of all.
The Rainbow Fish is beautiful. Unique. His scales shimmer in every colour.
And he is bullied for it.
The solution? He gives his scales away. One by one. Until he is just like everyone else.
And then — only then — he is accepted.
The child learns: Don't have anything that makes you extraordinary. Otherwise you will be despised. Give away your gifts. Be normal. Fit in.
How many people today are hiding their most beautiful scales — their talents, their creativity, their uniqueness — because a picture book once told them: that makes you a target?
My story — the golden ball
In the fairy tale of the Frog King, the princess drops her golden ball into the well. Her most precious possession. Lost.
This was my favourite fairy tale. And exactly this pattern repeated itself in my life — constantly. I always gave away my most precious possession for love, my true self. Because I thought I had to please others at all costs. To bend myself. And every time the relationships failed.
I had indeed always kissed frogs — and they never became the promised prince. Of course that wasn't their fault — it was my inner programming. Today I know that.
After a PSYCH-K® balance there is always an action step — the start button to get the new program running.
I reclaimed my golden ball — kissing frogs is really not my thing.
Yes, really. A brass ball — it shines like gold. And in the moment I held it in my hands, there was a feeling that cannot be put into words and yet somehow does:
This belongs to me.
It always was mine.
I am taking it back.
Liberating. Symbolic and real at the same time.
The fairy tale ended. And I began.
Which fairy tale are you living?
The question is not whether you are living one.
The question is — which one? And since when?
And are you ready to end it?
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