I just completed my first year of my graduate program at the University of Oklahoma Health Campus, pursuing a Master of Public Health. I graduated from the University of Oklahoma last May with a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism. My dream is to combine my journalism and public health skills to create a better, healthier world through public health news, messaging, and education. I’ve dealt with some major challenges in life: my biological mother is an addict, and my dad underwent a heart and kidney transplant when I was in high school. Thankfully, I now have a loving stepmom I consider my mom, and my dad is healthy and thriving. But those heartbreaks deeply impacted me and sparked my interest in both journalism and public health. Given what I've been through, I am always conscious of the fact that I never know what others may be going through, and I will carry that with me in my career. In undergrad, I wrote for the OU Daily, and saw how my stories made an impact. One example was a profile piece I did on Indigenous student Asa Samuels. I had to take pictures of a few OU American Indian Association events for my multimedia journalism class. There, I met Asa, noticed how involved he was, and asked if he'd be willing to do a profile piece for the Daily. He was, and we had the most amazing conversation, which became a wonderful article. I learned that he was a recovering alcoholic and had since dedicated his life to helping other Indigenous students. The article details not only his life but many aspects of Native American culture that I did not know previously. I believe the article was a great way for people to understand what it's like to be an Indigenous student at OU, and be introduced to Native American culture, hopefully inspiring them to learn more and helping them be more culturally competent. If a profile piece like that can have such a great impact, I can only imagine the impact I could make on the world by specializing in health journalism. I hope that my work will share stories that connect people across the globe, influence public health policies, and create better health outcomes for all. Particularly, I’d love to focus on women’s health, as it’s often under-researched and underfunded. I know that the vast interpersonal, communication, writing, and marketing skills I've gained will serve me well in creating a healthier future.

I just began my first year as a graduate student at the University of Oklahoma Health Campus, pursuing my Master of Public Health. I graduated from the University of Oklahoma this past May with a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism, so this is a bit of a career path switch for me. In recent years my passion changed, and I really want to make a difference in the health field. I’ve dealt with some major challenges in life: my biological mother is an addict, and my dad underwent a heart and kidney transplant when I was in high school. Thankfully, I now have a loving stepmom I consider my mom, and my dad is healthy and thriving. But those heartbreaks deeply impacted me and led to my passion for public health. Given those struggles, I am always conscious of the fact that I never know what others may be going through, and I will carry that with me in my career. I know that the vast interpersonal, communication, writing, and marketing skills I gained when studying journalism will no doubt assist me in my future public health career. I dream of contributing to a better, healthier world by working on health education programs, creating PSAs and social media messaging, and influencing public health policies, whether in the private or public sector. Not only do I want to help people get healthy, I want to help them feel safe while doing so. Particularly, I’d love to create initiatives to better patient and family centered care. Many people feel left in the dust by providers, as if they're just a number or a paycheck, not a person. When my dad unexpectedly went into heart and kidney failure in December 2019, which led to his transplants, the doctors were not very descriptive of what was going on at first. My mom and I were really confused and scared. After a while, my dad had a personalized care team due to being there so long, and they were much more attentive to us and explained things in a way we could understand. It made everything so much better as it put our minds at ease, knowing what was actually medically happening, and feeling like they truly cared about my dad and us. I know first-hand what a difference excellent family and patient forward care makes. Whether it's through widespread messaging, policy writing, or hands-on work, I hope that I can make a change to ensure that patients and their families are always at the center. As a woman, I have noticed at times that my ideas and work are not as appreciated as my male counterparts. It's disheartening, but I am determined to never let that stop me or any of my aspirations, especially those related to my public health career. I know the amazing differences I can make, and have the clear outlined goals and ambition to do so, no matter what.

One of the most moving performances from Taylor is when she performed 'Clean' at the 1989 World Tour. Clean is such a special song to me, and the speeches she gave before singing it at that tour were so inspiring. I think of this excerpt from one of the speeches often-- "You are wiser because you went through something terrible. And you are the person who survived a bunch of rainstorms and kept walking. I now believe that pain makes you stronger. I now believe that walking through a lot of rainstorms gets you clean." Clean is about waking up one day and realizing you are finally healing from a tumultuous past relationship. Part of what makes the song so powerful is it compares this relationship to being an addict. Taylor sings “ten months sober, I must admit, just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it,” comparing the feeling of knowing you can’t go back to a relationship anymore, to an addict knowing they can’t go back to substance abuse, no matter how much they want to. Being addicted to a person is a real thing. You can become so emotionally dependent on someone, no matter how badly they’ve hurt you, no matter how deep the scars are. I have been in a place where I was so attached to someone and relied on them for my own happiness, because I was in love. However, this person did not love me back. At least not enough. I got strung along and was led to believe time and time again they would finally choose me, but they never did. The lyric in “Clean,” “rain came pouring down, when I was drowning that’s when I could finally breathe,” perfectly describes how I felt when I realized this person was not the one for me. It cut my heart deeply, but at the same time it felt freeing to finally let go. I still loved this person, and I wished it had worked out. But I felt clean. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, and like I could finally breathe, just like the song depicts. I no longer planned my entire day around them. I no longer made my choices based off of what would please them. Another lyric, “the water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing,” explains the feeling of suffering alone so well. During my healing process from this relationship, I felt isolated. I did have friends that were there for me, but it didn’t matter if I was surrounded by them. I felt alone without the person I had to leave. I also felt that no one else could understand my pain, which likely isn’t true, but heartbreak has that funny way of feeling so unique and personal when in reality, it’s happened to everyone. Regardless, I really did feel like I was drowning and no one knew. I came to realize that no one could help me but myself, and Clean was a big part of me coming to that realization. This song, specifically Taylor's live performance of it, was and is so relatable to me, and it truly helped me get through that situation. It will always remind me of how I finally picked myself up and got myself clean when I thought I never would.

I’m constantly anxious, and have been ever since I can remember. It’s been my biggest mental health struggle, and I believe that it is rooted in the struggles I faced as a child. My biological mother is an opioid addict. Her problem started when I was about four, and I became aware of it by the time I was five. I didn’t fully grasp the situation, but I grasped it enough for it to make me constantly worry. She would be clean for a few months, then start again, so I was always walking on eggshells, worried for when her next episode would be. If I was home alone with her and my dad was at work, she would randomly pass out sometimes, or say things that didn’t make sense. Then, my dad would get home and they would fight because he knew what she’d done. I would beg her to stop, and she would tell me that she has never taken drugs. But no matter how young I was, I knew she was lying, which made me even more anxious. The real peak of her problem, and the peak of my anxiety, hit when I was with her at a gas station while my dad was at work. She had taken pills and started to become incoherent and almost pass out while standing over the drivers seat of her car, digging through her purse with her phone in her hand. I tried to get her phone to call my dad, but she wouldn’t let me. I had to go inside and borrow the cashier’s phone to call my dad, who told me to call 911 and sped over. My dad, policemen, and firefighters arrived all at once. I got in the car with him and he told me he was immediately filing for divorce and that I’d never be in that situation again. I was a little relieved, but of course sad, confused, and most of all, the most anxious I’d ever been. My life got substantially better after that, even though my mom didn’t. She went to rehab, but nothing ever changed. Within a year after the gas station incident, at the age of nine, I decided I wanted nothing to do with her. It was just me and my dad, and things were peaceful. He met my stepmom who I now consider my real mom, and I was able to have a normal upbringing from then on. However, my anxiety has always remained. Even the most minor things can send me into a frenzy of heart palpitations, headaches, and never-ending worrisome thoughts. For example, If I have to work a shift at 4pm, I spend the whole day worrying about it until I leave. Wondering if I’ll be on time, if something stressful will happen, or if customers will be rude. I manage my anxiety the best I can by reminding myself of the reality, not the endless possibilities, of a situation. I journal and drink calming tea. I vent to friends and family. But it does affect my life, and can make it hard to even get through the day. Getting a college degree is important to me because I want to make a difference in the world by being a journalist or working in public health, and make a wonderful life for myself. I never want to end up like my biological mother, and I never want to put my kids through anything nearly as bad as what I went through. My journey starts here, with my education, and I will battle my anxiety and past to succeed.

I’ve dealt with my fair share of adversity in my life, but one of the biggest examples that has affected me the most is something I faced as a child. My biological mother is an opioid addict. Her problem started when I was about four, and I became aware of it by the time I was five. I didn’t fully grasp the situation, but I grasped it enough for it to make me constantly worry. She would be clean for a few months, then start again, so I was always walking on eggshells, worried for when her next episode would be. If I was home alone with her and my dad was at work, she would randomly pass out sometimes, or say things that didn’t make sense. Then, my dad would get home and they would fight because he knew what she’d done. I would beg her to stop, and she would tell me that she has never taken drugs. But no matter how young I was, I knew she was lying. It was a terrible environment for me to witness. The real peak of her problem hit when I was with her at a gas station while my dad was at work. She had taken pills and started to become incoherent and almost pass out while standing over the drivers seat of her car, digging through her purse with her phone in her hand. I tried to get her phone to call my dad, but she wouldn’t let me. I had to go inside and borrow the cashier’s phone to call my dad, who told me to call 911 and sped over. My dad, policemen, and firefighters arrived all at once. I got in the car with him and he told me he was immediately filing for divorce and that I’d never be in that situation again. My life got substantially better after that, even though my mom didn’t. She went to rehab, but nothing ever changed. Within a year after the gas station incident, at the age of nine, I decided I wanted nothing to do with her. It was just me and my dad, and things were peaceful. He met my stepmom who I now consider my real mom, and I was able to have a normal upbringing from then on. However, her addiction and what I witnessed left long-lasting effects on me. I’ve had horrible anxiety ever since then, and have had to work through the feeling of being unwanted and uncared for by my mother. She claims to love me more than anything, and maybe she does, but what she did is unforgivable. She has still not changed to this day and never once said sorry to me. That has been hard to bear, and left me a lot to work through. But I have succeeded in getting through it the best I could. By leaning on my family and friends, journaling, and recognizing that none of it was my fault, I’ve been able to move on with my life. I’ve found ways to cope with my anxiety. I have my stepmom who has been the best mom I could ask for. I work hard and have amazing friends. I’m in college and living on my own, building a good life and future for myself. I know that I didn’t deserve the cards I was dealt, but I also know that I had to do the work and deal with them. I’m proud of myself for leading a happy, successful life despite what I’ve been through.

I’m constantly anxious, and have been ever since I can remember. I believe that my anxiety is rooted in the struggles I faced as a child. My biological mother is an opioid addict. Her problem started when I was about four, and I became aware of it by the time I was five. I didn’t fully grasp the situation, but I grasped it enough for it to make me constantly worry. She would be clean for a few months, then start again, so I was always walking on eggshells, worried for when her next episode would be. If I was home alone with her and my dad was at work, she would randomly pass out sometimes, or say things that didn’t make sense. Then, my dad would get home and they would fight because he knew what she’d done. I would beg her to stop, and she would tell me that she has never taken drugs. But no matter how young I was, I knew she was lying, which made me even more anxious. The real peak of her problem, and the peak of my anxiety, hit when I was with her at a gas station while my dad was at work. She had taken pills and started to become incoherent and almost pass out while standing over the drivers seat of her car, digging through her purse with her phone in her hand. I tried to get her phone to call my dad, but she wouldn’t let me. I had to go inside and borrow the cashier’s phone to call my dad, who told me to call 911 and sped over. My dad, policemen, and firefighters arrived all at once. I got in the car with him and he told me he was immediately filing for divorce and that I’d never be in that situation again. I was a little relieved, but of course sad, confused, and most of all, the most anxious I’d ever been. My life got substantially better after that, even though my mom didn’t. She went to rehab, but nothing ever changed. Within a year after the gas station incident, at the age of nine, I decided I wanted nothing to do with her. It was just me and my dad, and things were peaceful. He met my stepmom who I now consider my real mom, and I was able to have a normal upbringing from then on. However, my anxiety has always remained. Even the most minor things can send me into a frenzy of heart palpitations, headaches, and never-ending worrisome thoughts. For example, If I have to work a shift at 4pm, I spend the whole day worrying about it until I leave. Wondering if I’ll be on time, if something stressful will happen, or if customers will be rude. I manage my anxiety the best I can by reminding myself of the reality, not the endless possibilities, of a situation. I journal and drink calming tea. I vent to friends and family. But it does affect my life, and can make it hard to even get through the day. Getting a college degree is important to me because I want to make a difference in the world by being a journalist or working in public health, and make a wonderful life for myself. I never want to end up like my biological mother, and I never want to put my kids through anything nearly as bad as what I went through. My journey starts here, with my education, and I will battle my anxiety and past to succeed.

On December 23, 2019, my life, and my family’s life, changed forever when my Dad went into sudden heart failure. In late 2017, my dad was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins lymphoma. He was always a healthy guy. He didn’t smoke. He rarely drank. He ate relatively well. He lived an active lifestyle, working as a brickmason and being a busy husband and father. So this diagnosis was a huge shock to all of us. Thankfully, this type of cancer is super treatable, and within a few months after a few rounds of chemotherapy, my Dad was cancer free and pretty much back to normal. We thought the battle was over. Almost 2 years later, my dad was extremely sick one week with flu-like symptoms. He wasn’t getting any better, and my mom took him to the ER. We thought he just needed some fluids and better medicine than what we could give him at home. What the doctor found was that yes, my dad was sick with some sort of virus. But that virus had attacked his heart, and it could barely pump on its own. It had also affected the function of one of his kidneys. At the time, it seemed like this happened out of nowhere. We later found out that the likely reason was that the chemotherapy and maintenance therapy he endured due to cancer had weakened his heart and kidney, making them susceptible to infection and failure. My dad was flown to Integris Hospital in Oklahoma City for emergency surgery to have two BIVAD pumps inserted into his heart, and be put on a kidney dialysis machine. It was a whirlwind. My mom and I didn’t know how this happened so quickly, and what would happen next. My little brothers were with my grandpa, and my grandma kept us company in the waiting room. My mom, grandma, and grandpa were truly my rocks during this time. We all needed each other, badly. Eventually, the surgery was over, and while successful, the pumps keeping my dad’s heart beating, and the kidney dialysis machine he was connected to were only a temporary solution. I wasn’t told this at the time, but the surgeon told my mom that my dad had a 5% chance to live. I knew the odds weren’t great, but I had no clue they were that low. I’m grateful I didn’t. After his initial surgery, my dad was in a medically induced coma for two weeks. We visited him every day, and while he was unconscious, he would squeeze our hands when we held his, and answer our questions with more hand squeezes. He wasn’t doing great, but he was stable, and alive. He was awoken from the coma after New Year’s Day. He was shocked when he was told what happened, as he didn’t remember, but was determined that no matter what, he would live, and walk out of the hospital one day. He started getting a little better, but his heart and kidney were never going to function on their own again. The BIVAD pumps and dialysis machine meant that he had 3 huge, loud machines hooked up to him at all times. What my dad needed was a heart and kidney transplant, but usually, people who have had cancer have to be in remission for five years before they are eligible to be on a transplant list. The plan was to implant a total artificial heart in him for a few years, which meant that he could not necessarily lead a “normal” life, as he’d have to wear a backpack containing the driver system for the heart. For his kidney, they were just going to hope it’d get a little better so he didn’t have to be hooked up to dialysis 24/7. My dad didn’t care what had to be done. He just wanted to live. On February 2nd, 2020, my dad’s doctors walked into his room and told him he was put on the waiting list for a heart and kidney transplant. We were all so confused- didn’t he have to wait years? How did this happen? Apparently, his doctors believed in him so much that they fought tooth and nail with the transplant board for him to get on the list, saying he was the most strong willed patient they’d ever seen, and he was young, with kids. They had to give him this. And they did. We were ecstatic. Not only would this give him a better quality of life, but a higher chance tokeep living. My dad came home at the beginning of March 2020. Somehow, he had beat the odds. For a couple months, he had to use a walker, and he was in a lot of pain. But by the end of summer, he was able to walk on his own, and start doing more. By that fall, he was able to do things he loved, such as playing guitar, and go check on his masonry jobs in person a couple times a week. Today, after 4 years, my dad leads a normal life, even better than before. He has to take a lot of meds to maintain his transplanted organs, and get a lot of check ups, but that’s nothing compared to what could have been. He works, hangs out with his friends, plays his guitar, goes to concerts, and coaches my little brothers’ football team. But he does everything with a newfound sense of gratefulness. This horrible situation taught me more lessons than I thought I would learn in a lifetime. I learned how to stay strong when my world was ending. I learned how to support someone going through a life altering experience. And most of all, I learned to truly take nothing for granted. The people we love could be snatched from us at any moment. We don’t have as much control as we think we do. I carry the weight of this and remember how grateful I am each day.

My name is Mavi Cole, and I will be entering my senior year at the University of Oklahoma this year. I’ve gone through quite a few struggles in my life, such as dealing with my biological mother who is a drug addict, and almost losing my Dad to heart failure in 2019. Thankfully, I have a wonderful stepmom now and my Dad survived and is doing well today. But my struggles have shaped me and have made me passionate about helping others and making positive changes in society. I am a journalism major, and I believe that I have already begun to make a positive impact on the world with the stories I’ve written. I’m a culture reporter for the OU Daily, writing stories about Norman and surrounding Oklahoma communities. I’ve written pieces on businesses, local events, musicians, theatre shows, and profiles on local community members. I feel that by sharing people’s stories, I help them, and inspire others. For example, I’ve written a piece on Bob Thompson, the owner of Midway Deli, a popular sandwich shop near the OU campus. His business actually struggled for many years but became a success story. He is such a kind, generous man, who really cares about Norman. So getting to hear his story, write about it, and share it with the world, was wonderful. I think that positive, local news such as this is an underrated way to make an impact on the world. Many people don’t know much about people that aren’t similar to them, so sharing stories of people from all walks of life through journalism is powerful. Knowledge in all forms is power, and the only way for everyone to move forward in the world. I am beyond proud to have been a part of that, and I hope to continue to do so, in whatever form that takes. This scholarship would benefit me greatly as paying for college has been a struggle. I work 30+ hours a week in a restaurant while taking 15+ hours in school each semester and working 10+ hours a week at the OU Daily. I’m constantly stressed about money. I try to save as much as I can during the summer when I’m not taking classes, but it’s still never enough. Sometimes I have to prioritize work over class assignments, just so I can afford to pay for my classes. Any amount of scholarship money would take a huge weight off my shoulders and allow me to focus more on school and my work as a reporter, which is my true passion.

My name is Mavi Cole, and I will be entering my senior year at the University of Oklahoma this year. I’ve gone through quite a few struggles in my life, such as dealing with my biological mother who is a drug addict, and almost losing my Dad to heart failure in 2019. Thankfully, I have a wonderful stepmom now and my Dad survived and is doing well today. Paying for college has been difficult, and I work 30+ hours a week in a restaurant while taking 15+ hours in school each semester and writing for the school newspaper. I am a journalism major, and I believe that I have already begun to make a positive impact on the world with the stories I’ve written. I’m a culture reporter for the OU Daily, writing stories about Norman and surrounding Oklahoma communities. I’ve written pieces on businesses, local events, musicians, theatre shows, and profiles on local community members. I feel that by sharing people’s stories, I help them, and inspire others. For example, I’ve written a piece on Bob Thompson, the owner of Midway Deli, a popular sandwich shop near the OU campus. His business actually struggled for many years but became a success story. He is such a kind, generous man, who really cares about Norman. So getting to hear his story, write about it, and share it with the world, was wonderful. I think that positive, local news such as this, is an underrated way to make an impact on the world. Many people don’t know much about people that aren’t similar to them, so sharing stories of people from all walks of life through journalism is powerful. Knowledge in all forms is power, and the only way for everyone to move forward in the world. I am beyond proud to have been a part of that, and I hope to continue to do so, in whatever form that takes. I have recently decided that while I love journalism, it may not be the exact career path I want to take. I have always been passionate about healthcare, and have recently decided to apply to graduate school next year to obtain my master’s in public health, as it’s possible to do so with my bachelor’s in journalism. By working in public health, I’d be doing research on healthcare and health issues in communities, and find ways to help them. I feel so passionate about this, and cannot wait for graduate school to start, granted that I get accepted. Whether I follow the path of journalism or public health, my only hope is that I can help people, and make a positive impact by doing so.

I attended the Eras Tour on April 2nd, 2023, and it was one of the best nights of my life. I have been a swiftie since I was six years old when my mom purchased a Fearless CD for me, after she noticed I would spend hours watching and dancing to Taylor’s music videos on YouTube. From then on, every album release of her’s was so special to me, and her music became a constant in my life. Her album eras now remind me of whatever era I was going through- for her debut album, I wasn’t exactly a fan yet, but just a couple short years later I would discover it on YouTube. “Fearless,” as I mentioned, marked my official dissent into swiftie-dom when my mom bought me the CD. It reminds me of the most carefree time of my childhood, where my days were spent coloring, playing with my toys, and watching Disney Channel. “Speak Now,” my favorite album, brings me back to when I first really became aware of life’s hardships. My mom was struggling with drug addiction and my parents got a divorce. Some of my only moments of peace at that time were listening to Taylor. Years later, when I was nineteen and dealing with a grueling heartbreak and becoming an adult, I truly related to “Speak Now,” so it reminds me of that time as well. “Red” brings me back to when my childhood got happy again. “1989” reminds me of the summer between sixth and seventh grade, when my best friend and I spent every single day together and had the most fun I’ve ever had. When “reputation” came out, listening to it was like a warm hug as I had just started high school, and everything was new and scary. “Lover” had recently released when I was going through my first breakup, and it gave me hope that one day, I would find a true lover. “folklore” and “evermore” made 2020, the hardest year of my life, much more bearable. My dad almost died and had to get a heart and kidney transplant. When he finally got home, COVID-19 hit. On top of that, two of my family members passed away. It was a sad, confusing year, but I could depend on a new Taylor era to make me feel better. “Midnights” released when I was in a new, happy relationship, and he and I drove around at midnight listening to the album right when it dropped. “The Tortured Poets Department,” her latest release, has been a comfort this last month and a half as I’ve dealt with a change in my school and career path. I feel so anxious these days about my future, but a new Taylor album has been exactly what I’ve needed to unwind and distract myself when my thoughts become too much. When I went to the eras tour, I didn’t get to see TTPD be performed as it wasn’t out yet, but I saw every other era. The eras of Taylor’s albums that define her life, but also define mine. She is the only artist where I truly love every song she’s ever made. Her music speaks to my soul in a way that nobody else can. It makes me feel so understood, and has clearly helped me through so much. Hearing songs live that helped me through my hardest times was a surreal experience. Through Taylor’s eras, which are on full display at The Eras Tour, I have discovered that just like her, I can get through all the tough things life throws at me.

If a song from “1989 (Taylor’s Version)” was on a soundtrack for my year, it would be “Clean.” I am a huge swiftie and all of her music means so much to me, but this song holds a special place in my heart. ‘Clean’ is about waking up one day and realizing you are finally healing from a tumultuous past relationship. Part of what makes the song so powerful is it compares this relationship to being an addict. Swift sings “ten months sober, I must admit, just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it,” comparing the feeling of knowing you can’t go back to a relationship anymore, to an addict knowing they can’t go back to substance abuse, no matter how much they want to. Being addicted to a person is a real thing. You can become so emotionally dependent on someone, no matter how badly they’ve hurt you, no matter how deep the scars are. I have been in a place recently where I was so attached to someone and relied on them for my own happiness, because I was in love. However, this person did not love me back. At least not enough. I got strung along and was led to believe time and time again they would finally choose me, but they never did. The lyric in “Clean,” “rain came pouring down, when I was drowning that’s when I could finally breathe,” perfectly describes how I felt when I realized this person was not the one for me. It cut my heart deeply, but at the same time it felt freeing to finally let go. I still loved this person, and I wished it had worked out. But I felt clean. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, and like I could finally breathe, just like the song depicts. I no longer planned my entire day around them. I no longer made my choices based off of what would please them. Another lyric, “the water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing,” explains the feeling of suffering alone so well. During my healing process from this relationship, I felt isolated. I did have friends that were there for me, but it didn’t matter if I was surrounded by them. I felt alone without the person I had to leave. I also felt that no one else could understand my pain, which likely isn’t true, but heartbreak has that funny way of feeling so unique and personal when in reality, it’s happened to everyone. Regardless, I really did feel like I was drowning and no one knew. I came to realize that no one could help me but myself, and “Clean” was a big part of me coming to that realization. This song was and is so relatable to me, and it truly helped me get through that situation. The lyrics perfectly describe how I felt, and hours spent crying in the car while screaming along to this song was therapeutic. “1989 (Taylor’s Version)” is one of my favorite albums and “Clean” is simply so special to me, and will always remind me of how I finally picked myself up and got myself clean when I thought I never would.