CONTENT WARNING: Anxiety, illness
Last night, I had dinner with a colleague/close friend of mine who was only in town for an evening. He’d brought an old friend- a stranger to me, but after some discourse our interactions felt very friendly and natural. We ordered mac ’n cheese, roasted brussel sprouts, hot wings, and a myriad of other small plates. I had a whiskey drink, my favorite, and we enjoyed our meal and conversation.
Then, I felt it. Starting in my stomach. Butterflies. A very familiar, very unwelcome sensation, that began to escalate and grow more intense. I looked down at the table and tried to identify the culprit. …
(Trigger warning: If abuse, sexual assault, or anorexia makes you uncomfortable, you might want to avoid this one.)
Over the years, I’ve attempted to write this, quite literally, 17 times. I’ve spoken to friends, therapists, lawyers, publicists. The drafts have ranged from cathartic, angry letters to litigious, hardened accounts of inexcusable treatment. Until I got one piece of advice from a friend: Write from your heart. You’ll know it’s right when it’s right. So, here I go.
I’ve struggled with such a great fear of talking publicly about my experience with long-term abuse. …
Hey everyone. I have an important announcement to make, and I’m a little nervous to tell you. Well, not a little nervous, a lot nervous.
I’ve spent a lot of time discovering who I am, and I’ve finally come to a conclusion.
I’m a Taykin. For those who don’t know what that means, it means my body is a Chloe, but my heart and soul and mind is Taylor Swift. …