addiction, Alcoholism, book reviews, mental health

A review of This Is Me: A Reckoning, by Hayden Panettiere…

August 2026 was a tough month for famous people. Several entertainers met their maker last month. In some cases, the death was expected, and didn’t seem all that shocking. Dolly Parton died, and many people are still in mourning for her, but she was 80 years old. Ditto to Tim Curry, who had been very ill for years. Yes, it was sad to lose them both, but it’s not like their deaths were tragedies.

In the late actress and singer Hayden Panettiere’s case, death came very unexpectedly, and was both shocking and tragic. Hayden was only 36 years old when she passed on August 16th, in Greenville, South Carolina. She was just five days shy of her 37th birthday.

Three years earlier, on February 19, 2023, Hayden Panettiere’s younger brother and only sibling, Jansen, died in New York City. According to Hayden’s memoir, This Is Me: A Reckoning, it was Hayden who was tasked with breaking the news of her brother’s passing to their mother, former soap opera actress, Lesley Vogel.

I wonder who told Lesley about Hayden’s death just three years later. I wonder how it felt for Lesley, and her ex husband, Skip Panettiere, to lose both of their children in such a short span of time. I mean… I can certainly guess how it felt. But the grief must have been exquisite, for both Hayden and Jansen were beautiful and talented adult children, with their whole lives ahead of them. Hayden and Jansen had been close, in spite of their personal problems. Now, they’re both gone.

Who was Hayden Panettiere and why did she write a book?

I remember the first time I saw Hayden Panettiere. It was sometime in the late 1990s. I was an avid fan of the now defunct CBS soap opera, Guiding Light. Hayden Panetierre was about seven years old in 1997, when she was introduced to Guiding Light viewers as “Lizzie Spaulding”. She already had a number of acting credits in 1997, including a lot of national ads. In fact, Guiding Light was Hayden’s second soap; she played little Sarah Roberts on One Life to Live from 1994-97.

I didn’t see Hayden on television until she’d been on Guiding Light for at least a year. Although I grew up watching that show, I was in Armenia in 1997, and when I moved back to the States, I was busy working. But in 1999, when I was in graduate school, I started watching my old soap regularly again. There she was… a golden haired girl– the daughter of Phillip Spaulding and Beth Raines– one of the show’s power couples.

One of Hayden’s early performances.

I remember being really impressed by Hayden. She was such a natural on screen, even though she was so very young. And she looked like she could have been the daughter of Phillip and Beth, not just in terms of her looks, but in how she behaved. She seemed to capture the essence of the character and make it seem like she really was Lizzie, down to her core. Just look at the clip above, and how naturally and convincingly she was able to melt down into an emotional frenzy.

Of all of the actresses who portrayed Lizzie Spaulding on Guiding Light, I thought Hayden Panettiere was by far the best. She was so talented that her time on soaps was bound to be short. The world had plans for her. She left Guiding Light in 2000, and went on to star in bigger and better projects.

I really didn’t follow Hayden’s career beyond her time on Guiding Light. I got busy with things that took me away from watching network television and movies. I never saw her on her well-known shows, Heroes, Remember the Titans, or Nashville, but I do remember hearing her name mentioned in promos for those shows. The first time I heard her name in an ad, I stopped in my tracks, remembering her as little Lizzie on Guiding Light. She was definitely on her way. Not that many former soap stars seemed able to make the leap to the big leagues, but success in the industry seemed to come quickly and easily to Hayden.

The tabloid years…

A lot of people dream of what it might be like to go on fabulous vacations in exotic destinations. What would it be like to be a jetsetter, whisked off to a romantic place, spending time on a super yacht owned by incredibly wealthy people? Well… that actually happened to Hayden. She was the daughter of a firefighter and a soap opera actress, but her talent took her to a world in which she rubbed elbows with rich, famous, talented, and very powerful people in the show biz industry.

As Hayden got older, she found herself in situations that she was not ready to handle. In spite of her gift for acting, Hayden was still just a girl… but she was thrust into the limelight, where she was exposed to predatory people. She made a lot of money before she was even old enough to drink alcohol, and yet drinking alcohol and using drugs were things Hayden did to excess from a young age.

In This Is Me, Hayden relates stories about how, when she was still a minor, she was at parties thrown by industry bigwigs. She was exposed to disgusting behavior by some of the biggest male and female creeps in show business. While she’s mostly careful not to name any names, she does spill some tea about some of the less savory people she encountered on her rise to fame.

She had everything she could ever want… except for what money can’t buy…

I got the sense that Hayden Panettiere longed for real connections and normalcy. While she frequently expresses gratitude for her career, Hayden also writes that acting was just something for which she had prodigious talent, but not necessarily great passion.

Hayden’s mother got her into the business when she was just a baby. She worked throughout her life, earning money as a child actress and becoming famous… but also never really experiencing the normal ups and downs of growing up and being “normal.” Hayden started using drugs and drinking alcohol to deal with the pitfalls of success. Her personal life suffered tremendously.

Throughout the book, Hayden writes about some of her friends, and how important they were to her. She writes about her complicated relationships with her family members, especially her mother. She also writes about some of the men she encountered.

One man, Wladimir Klitschenko, a heavyweight champion boxer from Ukraine, turned out to be very significant. Hayden had her daughter, Kaya, with Wlad, and almost married him. But her addiction issues became insurmountable, and they not only broke up, but he took full custody of Kaya and is now raising her in Ukraine.

Another man, Brian Hickerson, was someone with whom she felt a connection. But their relationship was fraught with domestic violence issues. Although she seemed to have ended her relationship with Brian by the end of the book, Hayden was found dead in an apartment in Greenville, South Carolina. Brian and his brother, Zach, were in attendance at the time of her passing. Although the coroner did not find any evidence of physical trauma that would have caused her to go into cardiac arrest, the investigation as to what caused her demise is ongoing.

This Is Me: A Reckoning was published May 19, 2026, not even three months before its author’s untimely death. It seemed like Hayden Pannetiere was trying to fix her life when she wrote the book. The fact that she was already five days from turning 37 when she passed is just crazy to me. When you’re young, you don’t realize how quickly time eventually passes. One day, you can’t wait to turn 21, and then, before you know it, you’re in your 50s. Maybe Hayden was realizing that she was approaching middle age and was trying to get her shit together, particularly since she lost her brother, Jansen, when he was just 28 years old.

My thoughts on the book…

I like to read memoirs. I’ve read a lot of them. Hayden Panettiere’s memoir is well written and, in many ways, has sort of an intimate feel to it. I don’t think she used a ghost writer to write her story, and if she didn’t, I am impressed.

I do feel like there’s a lot to Hayden’s story that was omitted or whitewashed. She does include some shocking anecdotes about her time as a young star. Of course she uses pseudonyms or doesn’t name names, likely for legal reasons. But in some ways, I felt like Hayden sort of portrays herself as a victim and doesn’t quite accept responsibility for some of her own parts in her story. She doesn’t reveal much that would cast her in a bad light.

I understand being really young and naive, and being taken advantage of when one is still a teenager. I do think that happened to Hayden, and it arrested her development in many ways. Based on the book, it didn’t seem like Hayden’s parents were very helpful, although I think that when children make more money than their parents do, it becomes much harder to do the job of being a parent.

Hayden paid for her parents’ housing, and that sort of flipped the power balance. Hence, she wound up hanging around with people who took advantage of her and put her in dangerous situations. It seemed to me like Hayden was in desperate need of some grounding, and being with people who were genuine, authentic, and not impressed with her fame and money.

Wlad Klitschenko seemed to be one of the more stable people in Hayden’s life. Their relationship fell apart, and she doesn’t really offer too much information about why that was. She hints at him being upset about her drinking and drugging, and the fact that their relationship was taking place on two continents.

However, Hayden doesn’t really delve specifically into what really happened… or even give too many details about how she was convinced to allow Wlad to take full custody of their daughter. If I’m to go on what she writes in the book, after a few moments of outrage over Wlad’s insistence on taking custody, she just acquiesced. I’m sure there must be more to the story than that, but she doesn’t share much about what transpired.

Then she ends up with Brian Hickerson, a man who physically abused her to the point at which he went to jail. She makes it seem like she’s left him permanently. But then she was found at his apartment when she died. Yes, she alludes to the fact that she has “problems”, but I don’t think she revealed enough about what they were.

This Is Me is an easy read and, again, I think it’s basically well-written, which is a big part of the battle. Hayden includes some photos, which I appreciated. I actually enjoyed reading the book, because in spite of her obvious issues, Hayden comes off as an intrinsically good person. I found her likeable, even if she doesn’t share as much drama as I would have expected for a book that is supposedly about her “reckoning”.

However, this book is somewhat disappointing, because in many ways, it’s quite superficial. Hayden Panettiere doesn’t reveal enough to warrant the title– This Is Me: A Reckoning. Then, the book ends rather abruptly, just after Hayden writes of her younger brother Jansen’s death in February 2023.

Overall

Hayden Panettiere did get a reckoning, but not because of the book. Sadly, I think her reckoning came in not being able to resist the toxic influencers in her life. Hayden hints at being around a lot of them… but doesn’t go deep enough in explaining what actually happened. Maybe if she’d spent a little more time writing this book, she might still be alive… she would have been busier writing than hanging out with allegedly abusive people like Brian Hickerson.

It’s tragic that Hayden Panettiere lost her life at such a young age. She had so much talent– but she also had looks, brains, money, a career, a loving family, and a beautiful daughter who will now have to grow up without her mother. I do think Hayden was trying to get back on track with her life, but she somehow got knocked off course again. That is a real shame.

Hayden Panettiere could have taken a lesson from Jennette McCurdy, who was also a very talented child actress that wrote her life story. McCurdy was unflinching in her story about growing up on Nickelodeon. She bravely went where Hayden couldn’t go, and delivered a much better and more revealing memoir. McCurdy has also managed to survive her ordeal.

My rating

I would give This Is Me: A Reckoning 3.5 stars out of a scale of 5. Again… the book is easy to read and basically interesting. Hayden Panettiere was very appealing and likeable as an actress, and even as an author, she’s winsome and attractive. But she wasn’t strong enough, or brave enough, to reveal that much about herself in this book, and that makes this project a weak effort.

Unfortunately, Hayden Panettiere will never get another chance to delve further into her own fascinating story. She was so richly blessed with talent. I think with some help from a more experienced author, Hayden could have been a good writer, too. I really wish this book had been better. What a pity.

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addiction, Alcoholism, deep thoughts, Police, true crime, YouTube

Detox…

AI image today… I quit drinking Jack Daniels many years ago.

Happy hump day, blog fans. I’m getting a bit of a late start this morning. I woke up at the usual time, but realized there was no reason to get out of bed at 5:00 AM. I decided to roll over and go back to sleep. I got up at about 7:00, and then washed the sheets… but I didn’t wash Bill’s pillow cases, because he hasn’t been home, and they were washed last week.

As I write this, Bill has landed in Germany, and should be home within an hour or so. It will be nice to see him.

I continued to feel kind of yucky yesterday, so I decided to consult Google. I guess I was dealing with some “detox” from my love of beer. I looked at the symptoms of withdrawal, and determined that I had a number of them. I have not had any of the scariest symptoms, though… I also feel a lot better today. Below are my main five.

  • Headache
  • Stomachache
  • Constipation
  • Sweating (might have been caused by the weather)
  • Sugar crash (happened in the grocery store yesterday… thankfully, I had some gummi bears)

But I’ve also noticed some good things, too, like less swelling in my legs and ankles and less inflammation. My back seems to hurt somewhat less when I walk the dogs, which is a good thing. I also think my skin is clearing up, in spite of the mosquito bites. So, I guess that means it’s time I considered adopting a more sober lifestyle. But then I watch the news and wonder if it’s even worth it to try to be healthier. 🙄

The funny thing is, drinking is kind of going out of style, anyway. A lot of people either never started or have quit. I think of rock stars from back in the day who were notorious hard partiers… people whose music I really admire. A whole lot of them have given up the sauce.

James Taylor is one. When he was younger, he used to do a lot of hard drugs. The other day, I saw a video of him drinking a Dr. Pepper, and he purposely poured it so it got really fizzy. He explained that he doesn’t like overly carbonated drinks. There was a time when James enthusiastically drank the really hard stuff… although perhaps not as hard as his late brother, Alex, did. Alcohol killed Alex Taylor… and he died on James’s 48th birthday in 1993.

I do actually enjoy alcoholic beverages for the way they taste, but I’ve noticed as I’ve gotten older that I no longer drink much hard liquor. I just don’t enjoy it enough to suffer the physical consequences. Lately, I’ve mostly been enjoying beer, which I tend to do in abundance. Even wine has become less attractive to me… I used to love drinking a nice dry red, but I find myself preferring whites now. They are less punishing the next day.

I’ve also been watching a lot of videos on YouTube involving very obnoxious drunks. I mean… I’ve been pretty drunk in my day, but some of the people I’ve seen on YouTube are just beyond belief. It’s sad, because when they aren’t fucked up, they’re probably perfectly decent people.

And there are probably reasons why they feel the need to get that loaded. It’s probably a pretty sad, embarrassing reason… and then they get super drunk in public, make total asses of themselves, and wind up on YouTube for the masses to watch. I’ve noticed that some content creators are especially fond of showcasing women who get super drunk.

Good lord…
I’ve been pretty drunk in my day, but I’ve never kicked a cop in the nuts…
Oh my… she’s a hot mess.

It seems like life is tough enough without creating these kinds of problems for oneself. Not only do you wind up having to deal with the cops, but you also have traumatic memories to deal with once you get out of the jug. And then you have to pay fines.

I’ve been reading Hayden Panettiere’s book. I hope to finish it today, so I can review it. I think about how talented and beautiful she was, with everything to live for… and she died last month at just 36 years old. Aside from that, her younger brother, Jansen, also died in 2023, when he was just 28.

Hayden’s parents had a pretty troubled marriage and a nasty split. I wonder how it feels for them, having had two children together, both of whom are now dead. And their only grandchild, Hayden’s daughter, Kaya, is being raised in Ukraine by her father.

While it looks like Jansen’s death was potentially caused by medical issues unrelated to addiction, Hayden had well-known problems with drug and alcohol addiction. They were bad enough that Kaya’s father, Wlad Klitschko, demanded full custody of Kaya, which Hayden granted without a legal fight.

Anyway… I have so far managed to get through adulthood without too many alcohol related regrets. But I am getting older, and my body doesn’t seem to tolerate booze the way it used to. And… as I mentioned before, life is tough enough. So… while I don’t think I’m going to teetotal, I do think I’m going to try to imbibe less. God knows, I come from a long line of drunks.

At the very least, I don’t want to wind up in the custody of the cops or medical people, whose authoritarian approaches tend to trigger me. You should hear me swear at the cops when I watch YouTube. 🤣

And God knows, we could use the extra money for when Bill finally retires…

By the way… I had a very unfortunate mishap with my guacamole last night. I had a lovely avocado that was pretty much perfect. I went to add some salt, and opened the wrong side of the container. I ended up dumping a shitload of salt on the avocado. I managed to rinse a lot of it off, but the guacamole was a lot saltier than I prefer it. 🤬 I’m glad Bill is coming home today, so he can take over the cooking. I used to be a great cook, but I’m out of practice.

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Jeez… so many “He-motional” men out there… 🙄

The featured photo is an oldie, but goodie…

Good morning, y’all. Two more days to go before Bill comes back from Hungary. It’s a rainy Monday morning, and I’m not feeling especially inspired today. There’s just so much bad news.

I did have a good laugh at all of the funny Irish protesters having a go at Donald Trump. The man is a vile piece of festering shit, but people are still desperately clinging to him, for some reason. And as bad as it was a year ago, when Charlie Kirk was murdered, in some ways, it seems worse this year. It’s probably because of the midterm elections, and the fact that so many people absolutely DESPISE Trump and wholeheartedly want him GONE.

I was listening to Heather Cox Richardson this morning. She was talking about Mike Johnson, and his open declaration that he will refuse to seat any Democrats that win in the House in the midterm elections. Why? Well… I think it’s because he knows very well that when the Democrats win, he and his ilk will be investigated and they will likely go to PRISON, where they belong. It’s absolutely disgraceful that he’s openly saying this bullshit. I take heart in knowing that if Johnson does try to pull this scam, he will eventually pay dearly for it.

I had to stop listening to this, because it was too upsetting and infuriating. I found myself feeling envy for my friend Angel, who recently died, and doesn’t have to hear this noise anymore.

But… as distressing as this stuff is, at least I’m still not attacking randos on social media. This morning, I woke up to yet another “he-motional” comment on The Sweet Feminist’s Facebook page.

If you read yesterday’s post, you might have read about how yesterday, on that same post, I woke up to a demand from a random man who tagged me with the comment: “Stop. Killing. Babies.” As I explained in my post yesterday, I have never killed anyone. I have also never been pregnant, so I’ve never had an abortion. Abortion isn’t murder, anyway. 🙄 I didn’t respond to that guy. I just blocked him.

This morning, I woke up to another comment from a different random man. The dude was upset that I wrote this:

Wow… I have blocked all but ONE comment on this post. The chuds and chodes are out in full force!

And he responded with “warnings” about how I’m going to stand before God. Then he added that he “can’t wait” until they repeal the 19th Amendment. 🤬 Although I was slightly tempted to ream him out, I blocked him, too. He’s obviously a moron who is TERRIFIED of what will happen when the pendulum swings the other way. Stupid fucker! You can’t tell me that man is “happy”. Happy people don’t harass strangers on the Internet. So clearly Trump hasn’t worked out that well for him. I hope he stays celibate for the rest of his miserable lifetime.

At this writing, there are 131 comments on that post. I have blocked all but ONE. Four of them were directed at me for writing what I did when there were 89 comments. Do you see me celebrating abortion in my comment? Do you see me bragging about having had one? Even if I did have an abortion, how is it ANYONE else’s fucking business?!

Do these creeps just want to make life miserable for everybody? Why are they surprised that women don’t want to get married or have babies? I mean, the idea of having to spend my life with a chode like that guy is enough to make me want to drink poison. 🤮

I didn’t take the bait, though. I simply sent him to the Outer Darkness of my Facebook world. Yea for me… even though I know another one will soon pop up. I posted that comment days ago, and these stupid fucks are still tagging me in their brain dead responses! Those guys easily make the case for the pro-choice movement, because the idea of having to share the world with disgusting misogynistic creeps like them makes me want to exit the planet. But I’m sure I’m still here so I can continue to laugh at these pathetic incels and put them on blast.

I really think Trump supporting American Republicans are among the stupidest people alive today. It’s shameful that they can’t see what’s he doing to our country. It’s even sadder when WOMEN support him, as these desperate little bootlickers call for women to lose their rights to vote. I mean, are they fucking CRAZY? They claim that women are “too emotional”, but they freak out and threaten me with Hell when I post that I’m blocking them because of their insane drivel!

It’s funny that I’m writing this today, because a year ago, I wrote about a friend of mine from my childhood days. He was getting “hammered” on Facebook for posting about Charlie Kirk. And then the next day, I wrote about how I “lost” a longtime “friend” (who wasn’t really a friend), because I dared to post about Charlie Kirk on my page.

I didn’t even KNOW who Charlie Kirk was until he was murdered! It’s crazy to me that people are ditching friends and family members over politics. It’s the dumbest shit, EVER… But it’s also dumb that total strangers totally lose their shit over what people post on Facebook pages, such that they make ridiculous assumptions about people and threaten them with Hell. 🙄

One of these days, this nightmare WILL end. Either it will end with the removal of the Trump regime and the prosecution of his minions, or it will end with my own inevitable exit from the planet. I look forward to either day with equal anticipation. I am just so SICK of it all. 🤬

A couple of days ago, as I was leaving the grocery store, I was reminded of some of the men who got pissed off at me on Facebook. The vast majority of them were conservative men, who simply couldn’t deal with a woman over fifty with an opinion and no filter. They claim women are sensitive and emotional! Hah! That’s a laugh!

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nostalgia, sexism, TV

“Malnutrition of the Soul…”

The AI photo is not Marcus Welby’s office…

I’m a bit late getting started on today’s blog post. I woke up this morning and started watching more Marcus Welby M.D. episodes. I think it’s because I vacillate between amusement and annoyance at the paternalistic, sexist, and downright obnoxious “bedside manner” of Dr. Welby and his partner, Dr. Kiley, particularly toward women.

It’s also fun to see some of the old actors who were on the show. I saw an episode that starred David Cassidy, right before The Partridge Family debuted. He played an angry teenager with type 1 diabetes, who is pissed off at his absentee father for divorcing his mother before she died. When he was asked what his mother died of, David’s character, Michael, says “Malnutrition of the soul.” I thought that was an interesting way of describing depression.

I almost didn’t recognize David, though. He had darker, slightly shorter, and less “winged” hair in that 1970 era episode. It was his eyes that ultimately gave him away.

Another thing I noticed while watching Marcus Welby, is that they obviously shared some of their wardrobe with The Brady Bunch. It makes sense, given that the two shows aired at the same time, and on the same network. At one point, Dr. Kiley (James Brolin) is wearing the same outfit I saw Mike Brady (Robert Reed) wear in an early Brady Bunch episode– grey pants, blue button down shirt, and a bright orange cardigan.

I also heard sound effects on Marcus Welby that were also used on The Brady Bunch. Anyone who watched the Bradys remembers the infamously terrible UFO episode. They used sound effects on that episode when the UFO landed… and they were the same used on Marcus Welby, as a guy who was abusing LSD was having a meltdown.

Sorry… I know this isn’t an interesting topic for a lot of people, but I love watching classic TV shows from the 70s. I was around for most of that decade, but really only remember the end of it. So it’s fun for me to watch old TV shows and realize that technically, I was of the Earth during that time. Then I realize how much it’s changed. It must have been so weird for my grandmother, as she was born in 1906, and died in 2007… Imagine all the changes she witnessed in her life! 😳

I woke up to find I’d lost another YouTube subscriber. I’m down to 2230, which shouldn’t annoy me as much as it does. It’s not like that many people even notice or interact when I upload videos. It’s just that YouTube has become really demoralizing lately, not just for me, but for MANY creators. They continue to allow terrible AI videos that get thousands of hits, while people making original, authentic content have to struggle for views.

Sometimes I think I’d like to quit, but then I realize that I enjoy the folks who are regulars, and appreciate what I do. I shouldn’t focus on the numbers, but it’s hard not to feel like a loser… People can be very fickle.

I also woke up to a comment from a rando… someone who doesn’t know me at all. Know what he wrote? Ready for this? He wrote:

“Stop. Killing. Babies.”

🙄

I’ve never killed any babies.

Of course, he was referring to abortions, which doesn’t involve “killing babies”. It’s sad that this topic has become so politicized. He’s blocked now.

I’ve never had an abortion. I’ve never even been pregnant. I simply believe in people’s rights to privacy and bodily autonomy… which is another reason why Marcus Welby is annoying. There was no such thing as HIPAA in the 1960s and 70s. So Marcus is telling EVERYONE his patients’ business, “for their own good”, of course. Welby wasn’t a fan of abortion, either. I probably would have fired him.

I got so perturbed about Marcus Welby that I went looking to see if anyone else was annoyed by his paternalism and blatant sexism. Sure enough, I found a 1973 era New York Times article about it. Since I’m a subscriber, you can check it out, too… just click here for temporary unlocked access. Sadly, some of the more interesting episodes weren’t included on Apple TV. I won’t get to see Barry Williams’ episode. Bummer. Below is a clip.

Before he was Greg Brady… maybe he got to wear the same PJs on The Brady Bunch.

Well… I don’t have much else to write about today. I think I’ll end this post and finish binging the rest of the episodes I have, so I can at least get my money’s worth. So far, only two seasons are available. Maybe that’s a good thing.

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