This is a story about a girl, a girl who marched to the beat of her own undiagnosed ADHD drum. Who never quite fit in anywhere but always tried to make people laugh with her self-deprecating humor. Who is fluent in sarcasm and shady remarks, who covers up trauma and pain with quips and jokes. A girl who considered her trauma a lifelong friend. A girl who, up until 2020, didn’t know who she was but knew she didn’t like herself so she took the time to focus on herself, work through her battles, and get a new psychiatrist who prescribed the correct medication. A girl who despite all the shit life threw at her found her happily ever after. This is an ongoing story about a girl who wants to better herself and accept that she is strong enough to create her own magic. This is a story about me.
Was that intro too dramatic? Whatever that’s how I roll in the shire!
Hi, I’m Tara Ashley, a thirty-something trash panda who identifies as a fucking danger to society when not on the proper medication. You’re probably on this page because you randomly found it (thanks for stopping by), you know me, or you knew me at one point in my life. I can confidently say, if we have not spoken in the last 2 years, I am not the same squirrel. Things have changed in my life, finally, for the better, it took karma long enough.
This blog is just going to be a random dump of my life. As a severely introverted extrovert, I have a desire to be far away from people but also have an audience, or at least pretend I have one. Trust me, it’s weird in my head but you’ll see that eventually if you haven’t picked up on that already.
If you have followed my Instagram for a while, you may have noticed that I used to solely focus on cosmetics, while I am still a large fan of makeup, my priorities in life have shifted but my love for the name Serial Slay has remained the same. When I first came up with the idea of Serial Slay, it was supposed to be a collection of two of my passions, makeup, and murder (i.e.: true crime). During the time the name was created, I was working 2 jobs, one full-time office job and the other a part-time makeup retail job while going to school full time to get my associate’s degree in Criminal Justice. Both still have my heart, however, thanks to good old-fashioned Adderall, I don’t hyper-fixate on them as much as I used to. I can now say I have an appreciation for both instead of being obsessed with both to the point a 5150 should be called in.
So now, Serial Slay will be me documenting how I am slaying life, or failing at it. I am not sure what exactly this blog will turn out to be, all I know is that I keep feeling something in my gut that I need to do this, the outcome is unclear but it’s another adventure that I am excited to go on. So, stick around won’t you, for the ups and downs of this heavily medicated, hot mess express, dumpster fire of a person I am, who ended up getting much more than she thought she deserved out of life and still hasn’t fucked it up.
My life has changed so much, in the past year alone, and I am so happy with where I am, who I am and how I am living my life. Now, if I could just be happy with how I feel in my body, it’d be over for all of you!
Just kidding
Kinda