*steps up to the microphone*

*clears throat*

*with a stern face and a no-nonsense voice begins”

Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time we have a serious talk about weather.

And I’m not talking rainbows, snow flurries or late summer drizzle.

I’m speaking of fist-sized hail, bastardly winds and “strong, long-track” tornadoes (as the National Weather Service likes to call the very best twisters).

I’m talking about weather bearing down on dozens of millions of people.

I’m talking about weather bearing down on me.

*stops and ever so slyly checks pulse*

*frowns*

*breathes in and out… in and out…*

No, I’m not panicking. Being a girl with a 20 year old panic disorder, I know a panic when I see one.

This, friends, is rational concern heightened by my recent experience (hello, tornado outbreak of April 2011 when we lost power for FIVE freaking days!) and a dastardly imagination that often does not do a body good.

Currently, I’m binge watching the Weather Channel, while the school systems one by one cancel classes and all activities tomorrow.

“Ring around the rosie, a pocket of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down.”

The fact that this is circling my head like some kind of buzzard on the scent of soon-to-be fresh storm-kill isn’t very encouraging for either my mental health (which was, as you know, tenuous at best) or this blog.

Speaking of this blog, I plan on posting throughout the severe weather outbreak whenever I have power and internet. If I happen to miss a post I hope you won’t hold it against me.

Mother Nature can be a real bitch and I tremble cowardly in her path.

*giggles nervously*

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Acclaimed author of 17 novels (my dogs and mother adore me), World traveler (I’ve felt the Sahara Desert between my toes… still gobsmacked over the stars in the Sahara) And survivor (of three dirty-fighting gremlins named Anxiety, Panic and OCD)… My name is Chloe Stowe. Hello. If you’ve found your way here, you’ve most likely arrived on the coattails of my blog, The Words and Madness of Chloe Stowe. Started in 2012, my daily rantings now number in the thousands. Ranging from humorous to moody, poignant to absurd, these tiny tidbits of thought began as a way to get my name “out there.” It has long since morphed into an effort just to “be there” for anybody out there struggling with words or madness, like me. Quick biographical sketch of me? Nerd turned nut at nineteen. In my sophomore year at Auburn University, I was taken out at the knees by severe panic attacks. Chronic anxiety soon joined the dogpile, followed shortly by OCD tendencies. Oh, it was ugly. I eventually had to quit school and soon quit life, as well. I spent a good chunk of my 20’s not able to leave my room. Twenty years later, it’s still can get ugly in my head. Thanks to meds and doctors, however, I am able to lead a better life, now. I still can’t work outside the house, but I can live and smile and write. So, here I am. Broken, but stubbornly present. I hope my voice proves company to someone lonely out there. Thanks for reading! Chloe Stowe

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