Meghan LeVaughn
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I'm Meghan. I’m 36. I always love to be creative and using my imagination since I was a little girl. I like stories & love to share my inspirations, journeys, etc.
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Reasons why Chrisitne from Drag me to hell inspires me
Greetings, everyone. I wanted to share the deepest things about why I felt inspired by Christine from Drag Me to Hell and of course, Alison Lohman herself. As you may know for some viewers, this has the Content Warning which contains adult language, eating disorders, body shame, body dysmorphia, alcoholic, bullying, anxiety, depression, perfectionism, sexism, misogyny, social stigma, grief, tragedy, and trauma. And yes, I agree that there are so many theories that Christine, in reality, has an eating disorder - between self-starvation, fasting, binging, and purging. I’m not gonna do the entire film summary, etc. I'm gonna write some parts about when I felt related to both Christine and Alison. It may be a bit of a spoiler if anyone hasn't seen the film yet.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Psyche
April-The Butterfly Wanderer
April Olivia Dawn, an autistic woman who lives in a decent neighborhood in Chicago, IL. She seems to have an extraordinarily youthful face, even though she's closer to her mid-30s. She has strawberry blonde/rose gold medium-shaggy hair, and grayish-blue eyes. She has fair-toned skin in her slim body with freckles, some birthmarks around on her back, and scars around her arm. It seems that she has kept it from her darkest past. She has a fancy butterfly tattoo around her left arm where the scars have been hidden. Today, April is wearing a lightest, but long black cardigan with a whimsy floral pattern, a white buttoned/self-tie blouse, and dark denim jeans with comfortable stylish boots. Thanks to April’s boyfriend, Marcus Brown, and friends to help her find a proper outfit for the interview. As everyone knows, April was a drifter for most of her life. She’s also an inspirational, but adventurous blogger, a half-time designer, and a teacher’s assistant with Marcus in psychology class.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Fiction
Why Anger Terrifies Me?
Anger is one of the scariest things in my life. It's one of the things I have been through from my deep depression. I'm like others. I grew up as a child that I had been told by adults including my parents that “it's not right or not nice to be angry.” If I release my anger, I would be mean or fearsome to others. If I throw tantrums or have meltdowns from my anger, I would be punished like going to timeout or going to my room. Anger is not my cup of tea. I never like being forceful with others. I never like to shout or scream in public. I would have called for help immediately. I'm too scared to be hateful. I never enjoyed that at all. It's one of my major weaknesses. Anger has always terrified me ever since I was born. I do get angry sometimes. I get upset, overwhelmed, jealous, irritated, annoyed, and frustrated. Unfortunately, I feel uncomfortable by showing these intense emotions to others including my family, and in general places including schools, groceries, and shopping malls. Whether it's stress, sensory overload, envy, depression, anxiety, or other personal issues. If I scream aggressively like loudly, others will look at me, and then, I will freeze completely. I have those thoughts like “did I do that?” “Why are they looking at me?” “They think I'm threatening them.”I have to get out of here.” From my social anxiety struggles, I always felt afraid about being judged by others if they saw my anger. When I let it out, I felt deep inside of guilt. It drained me.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Psyche
Meghan’s Shiney Path
Hello, everyone. My name is Meghan. I wanted to share with you how I gained a lot of wisdom and my journey and experiences through this remarkable challenge. You may see me as an artsy, a nerdy, a glimmer, and a creative young woman with unique outfits in both feminine and gender-neutral styles. Yes, I love whimsy fashion(and yes, whimsical is one of my favorite words). I love all tones of purple(pale lilac to plum), rainbows, velvets, sparkles, glitters, vivid patterns, and vintage details. I love oversized sweaters and flowy tunics. I love now-tied blouses. I love cute collars. I love adorable shoe-flats, oxfords, and kitten heels.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Psyche
My PMDD Story
I know my experience is quite more complicated than others. Before that, I had been growing up as an autistic child since I was 2 years old(which it’s why mine was super complex between my menstruation and autism). I reached puberty at age 11. And, this is when I began to have my first period. I was a bit scared. My parents said that I’m growing up. During puberty at my preteen age, it began with traumatic moments. Those moments were Divorce, bullying, school pressure, on/off relationships with food/weight, body image issues, grades, isolation, and disconnection. Sadly, at my preteen age and puberty, this was also when I have had many suicidal thoughts(without being suicidal). During high school, my mood swings went bad and the relationships with my family had gone bitter, but worse during the holidays. This is when I have both anxiety and depression. During my preteens and high school life, I ended up using food as my “ coping mechanism”. Is it binge eating or emotional eating? I have also been struggling to deal with autistic traits since my childhood and my puberty. From my cycle, the hormones have gotten worse between before, during, and after my period. During my 20’s, I hid my mental health issues after the first physiologist when I moved in different state. The worst things was that she told me that it was been my fault the whole time and I was responsible for this mess. I'm incredibly hurt. I have to put on my “mask” permanently so I can be more fitting in at my new school. I remember during my second college, I had emotional meltdowns that I wasn't doing anything right as I felt like a failure. I have serious perfectionist issues, especially from my high school art class. I also kept denied when others said that I should get professionals. While my niece was born, it became roller coaster. Later, I have to seek help. One of the treatments didn’t go so well-it’s the PSR(psychosocial rehab). It did help me with some social a bit. But, the staff have been treated most of the clients/patients as preschoolers. Then, when my nephew was born, my symptoms, both emotionally and mentally have gone worse than I thought. I felt pain and confused. Was it my autism or my menstrual style? My sensory overload issues?
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Viva
Reasons Why I'm so Inspired by Critical Role- Part One
I wanted to share some things about why Fantasy is my major escapism and why I felt inspired by Fantasy fandom. I always loved fairy tales. Adventures and fantasy are so much fun. I couldn't stop being quirky, whimsy, imaginative, creative, curiously, adventurous since my childhood. I know I am already a grown woman, but that doesn't mean I have to give it up. I have always loved pretending and mimicking as if I'm being like any Disney princess or Non-Disney princess-like Belle from Beauty and the Beast, Anya from Anastasia, Odette from The Swan Princess, Aurora from Sleeping Beauty, or Cinderella. And yes, when I was in preschool or kindergarten, I wanted to be a princess-sounds silly, doesn't it? I always love to use my imagination while I am playing outside, riding on the swing, swimming in the pool, playing in a big-bubbly bathtub, and tea partying with stuffed toys. As a child, I also loved knights and dragons - on the other hand, I had to be brave like a knight especially when I was afraid of getting a booster shot during my check-up. About being brave and confident young girl, I always wanted to be like Kimberly the Pink Ranger from Power Rangers (played by Amy Jo Johnson) because she's always been the major first female role model ever since, mainly while I was doing some karate lessons. I do enjoying it. However, I didn’t participate or joined any championship because I’m very shy, sensory overload issues due from my autism(when I cried for no reason).
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Geeks
Cassie’s Beach Trip
It is mid-August week. It's about 1 PM. It’s a nice day in the glorious summer time in the afternoon. The wind is blowing. The palm trees are flowing through the wind. There is a crystallized-sandy beach filled with many exotic and colorful sea shells around the land and water. The ocean waves peacefully. The water is aqua-crystal blue. The seagulls, the parrots, and the macaws are flying in the bright blue sky. Cassie is heading through the village to meet up with her partner and best friend, Odette, the elven ranger, at the ship dock. Odette is almost 6 foot tall, like elves exact height is. She has a lean-athletic body, freckles, and cool half shaved long-wavy golden hair. Odette thought Cassie could take a break for a while from her studies at her Sorcery academy and do some sea adventures with Odette. Odette invited Cassie for their special beach trip just the two of us. It's only a day ride, like a road trip in the sea. Some people would say that it's just a deep-sea boating or maybe a short family vacation cruise. Suddenly, Cassie saw Odette at the dock. ‘Hey!” Cassie shouted. “Hey!’ Odette shouted too. They wave at each other. Cassie arrived. She has to catch her breath. “Hey, Cass-are you ready?” Odette asked, carrying her bag around her shoulder. “Oh yes! I’m super ready,” Cassie cheerfully replied. Odette and Cassie were heading on their way to the massive ship with their excitement. Then, they found a ship. It’s like the size of a Viking or a pirate ship. It has many charming characters with aristocratic details along with a mystical mermaid detailed statue on the head of a ship.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare at the Cabin
It was the second week of October. Halloween has become more popular than ever every year. The leaves have already turned pure orange, golden yellow, and bright red. It was a cold fall season. It had gotten hotter during the summer. The humidity was even worse in the summer. For now, it’s even much cooler after mid-September. It’s even been foggier every morning. It was even creepier when it’s dark at night. There was a young woman named May. She was already in her ’30s. She has average height and a slim figure in a lean toned body. She has been working many jobs at that point. Her jobs were mostly to support her family’s business after her college graduation. She also supports her younger sister, Eve, working at the ballet-fitness studio. May tried to apply to as many retail, bakeries, cafes, craft stores, and bookstores as she can. Unfortunately, everything went out from all of the horrendous rejections. It has been 7 years since then. During that time, May has to keep focusing on herself more, she is still a very independent person. She’s also become an aunt of a 6-year-old niece, Grace, and 4-year-old nephew, Roy. The kids adore May dearly, especially when she babysits them.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Fiction
I Am Aunt Meghan
It was around 2014, things got very stressful for me. My family and I recently moved from an apartment to a house. My sister just met a guy(before he became my brother-in-law) since she moved in after her college graduation. I have completed and just passed those chaotic classes that drained me. I was worried that if I didn't pass my semester after I failed a midterm exam from that brutal class I ever had in my life. I had to take many appointments from speech therapy to help my language disorder to have better communication and expression in the future. I also had been prepared to do my final year at my second college. There are even more stressful classes before my graduation. Until one day, it was a big surprise out of nowhere. My sister just texted me. I am going to be an aunt (SHE’S PREGNANT!) I was speechless, shocked, and confused. I was so nervous if I wasn't gonna be a good aunt because of my mental health struggles. I'm also prepared as best as I can before the baby is born- suddenly, it's a girl. I was looking forward to having my first niece. When I was watching my sister getting an ultrasound the first time, I couldn't stop looking at my unborn niece, moving around, from the screen of a sonogram. When I was listening to my niece’s heartbeat, it was breathtaking. My family and I tried to get prepared for changing diapers, setting up the strollers, the playsets, finding lovely clothes, finding the right toys for my niece, and finding many ways to help her learn and grow.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Families
Her Darkest Life
It was a strange day, a bit warm during the day, but too cold during the night. Not knowing what day it is, what time it is, or what the month is. The sky is white. The ground is gray. The land used to be beautiful, glorious, and playful to all people. Days or even months went by, it turned into nothing but an empty, drastic wasteland. The crops and harvest had turned into dried twigs. The buildings and houses were covered in vines, roots, ashes, and heavy dust from the dirt. The walls and doors were rusted. The windows had been shattered and covered with dust. The roads and trails had crumbled.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Fiction
Cassie meets Rosemary
It was a beautiful day in the early fall season. The trees are beginning to change colors. The temperature is beginning to cool down, but it's getting close. The wind blows beautifully. The birds and cicadas were singing peacefully. There was a young sorcerer-druid, Cassie, who just went to the market festival for some shopping. The market festival is also celebrated with some fruit trees that have grown in the late summer, including pear trees and apple trees. The lights are twinkling. The confetti was so colorful. Everyone was so cheered and excited. There are also so many booths. Each of the booths has candies, bread, fruits, books, vegetables, jewelry, tools, fudge, nuts, cakes, soaps, boots, clothing/dresses, and flowers.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Fiction
