The past few years have not been easy for Amanda Bynes. The former child actress has completely given up on her Hollywood career after experiencing several crises connected to her mental health.
She has since debuted a fresh appearance that has truly taken folks by surprise.
Amanda Bynes used to be one of the most recognizable young people on the globe. But when her battle with mental illness began to worsen, the budding young star ceased making appearances on television and in movies.
The actress has recently been transparent about her struggles with substance misuse. She described her life after acting as “just stuck at home, getting high, watching TV and tweeting,” adding, “I got really into my drug usage and it became a really dark, sad world for me.”
At the time, Bynes said, “I’ve been sober for almost four years now,” and she g
Lynn and Rick Bynes, her parents, agreed with her decision to end her conservatorship. Since 2013, the former child actress has been under conservatorship. In 2017, her guardianship of the property ended.
In a statement provided by her lawyer David Esquibias on March 22, 2022, Bynes stated, “I have been working hard to improve my health so that I can live and work independently, and I will continue to prioritize my well-being in this next chapter.” Regarding taking back control of her life, the actress stated, “I am excited about my upcoming endeavors — including my fragrance line — and look forward to sharing more when I can.”
Judge Roger L. Lund of the Ventura Superior Court ruled to dissolve the conservatorship, stating that there were no longer “grounds for establishment of a conservatorship of the person.”
For up-to-date photos of the former child star, continue reading.
However, things kind of fell apart last year. The actress called emergency services herself and was put on a 72-hour psychiatric detention. “She hasn’t been in contact with her family for quite some time,” according to a source who was close to the situation at the time.
On March 19, the actress was spotted strolling around Los Angeles’ streets nude. In order to receive assistance, she then flagged down a passing car and dialed 911 for herself.
The actress reportedly explained to the driver that she had been recovering from a mental episode. After that, she was brought to the local police station, where staff members decided she needed to be placed under a 5150 mental hold.
The actress hasn’t made headlines since the 2023 episode until now. It appears that Amanda Bynes has changed, as seen by recent images of her.
The 38-year-old former child star, who had jet black hair and incredibly long nails, was spotted last week.
She had on khaki shorts and an oversized gray t-shirt. She accessorized her ensemble by wearing a crossbody purse on her shoulder.
The former actress, who cut her hair late last year because she was unhappy with how it was “growing out so awkwardly,” announced in March of this year that she was “going to start wearing wigs now.”
She has already discussed how her unhappiness this year caused her to acquire a lot of weight, and she is hoping to reduce more than 50 pounds in order to reach her desired weight goal.
When images of her new appearance surfaced online, some comments were not too flattering. Very disturbing, wrote one person. She’s turned into a monster. Another said, “People are becoming the white walkers.”
However, other people were offended by the image and the hurtful remarks. “This should never have made it onto the Internet,” one individual commented. This woman is experiencing a severe crisis related to her mental health. You deserve so much humiliation. Give her space.
Another supported Bynes by saying, “My heart hurts for her.” Another person had a similar feeling, writing, “Please stop posting Amanda; she’s had enough scrutiny and hurt in her life. I wish the internet would leave her alone.” She has endured enough suffering.
My Stepmom Gifted Me a Funerary Urn for My 17th Birthday
I always knew my stepmom, Monica, wasn’t exactly the nicest person—annoying, yes, but not evil. She was the type who would talk over me, forget my birthday, and call me “kiddo” even though I was practically an adult.
But what she did on my 17th birthday? It was the final straw.
It all started after my mom, Sarah, passed away when I was ten. After that, it was just me and Dad. We were a team—movie nights, pizza dinners, and a mutual understanding that we had each other’s backs, always.
Then Monica came along about three years ago. She wasn’t the worst, just kind of… there. She moved in, slowly took over the bathroom with her endless beauty products, and managed to inch her way into Dad’s life, whether I liked it or not.
Monica had dreams—big dreams—of opening a hair salon. I didn’t have a problem with people having dreams, but I had my own, too, and she treated me like I was an inconvenience that came with the house.
But I had a plan. College was my way out, and Dad had promised me from the time I was little that there was a college fund waiting for me. “Your mom and I set it up when you were five, Lila,” he’d say. “It’s all there, and I add to it every year.”
So, I worked hard in school, counting down the days until I could leave for college and start a life of my own.
On the morning of my 17th birthday, I wasn’t expecting much. Maybe some pancakes, a card—Dad was at work, so it was just Monica and me. But when Monica handed me a gift bag, things took a weird turn.
Inside the bag was a pink funerary urn. Yes, you read that right. An urn.
I stared at it, completely confused. “What the hell is this?” I asked.
Monica leaned against the kitchen counter, a smug look on her face. “It’s symbolic,” she said as if that explained anything.
“Symbolic of what?” I asked, already feeling a sinking feeling in my stomach.
Monica smiled wider. “It’s time to bury your college dreams, kiddo. Your dad and I decided to put that fund to better use.”
“Better use?” I repeated, my heart racing.
“Yep. We used it to help me open my salon. College is a gamble, Lila. But a business? That’s a real investment.”
I was frozen. Had they really taken my future, my college fund, and sunk it into Monica’s dream? How could my dad have let this happen?
“Life’s full of disappointments,” she added, as if that was supposed to be comforting.
I ran upstairs and slammed my door, sobbing harder than I ever had. Everything I’d worked for, everything my mom had wanted for me, was gone.
For the next few days, I barely spoke to either of them. Monica pranced around like she owned the house while I sat with the urn on my desk, a twisted reminder of what I had lost.
Then, a few days later, something strange happened.
When I got home from school, there was a note on my desk in Monica’s messy handwriting: Meet me at the salon at 6 P.M. tonight. No questions. Just trust me.
I almost laughed. Trust her? After what she did?
But my curiosity got the better of me, and against my better judgment, I went.
When I arrived at the salon, the lights were off, but the door was unlocked. Hesitant, I stepped inside. There, in the middle of the room, were Monica and my dad, both grinning.
“Surprise!” Monica shouted.
I was speechless.
“Look,” Monica said, stepping aside to reveal a shiny new sign on the wall: Dream Cuts: A Scholarship Fund in Honor of Sarah.
“What is this?” I asked, completely lost.
Monica’s smile softened. “We didn’t use your college fund, Lila. It’s all still there. The salon isn’t just for me—it’s for you, too. And for others like you. A portion of the profits will go toward funding scholarships in your mom’s name.”
I blinked, feeling like the ground was shifting beneath my feet.
“But… why make me think otherwise?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it.
Monica winced. “Yeah, the urn thing… That was not my best idea. I thought it would be motivational, like burying the past and embracing the future. Turns out, it was just creepy.”
Dad stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. “We’ve been planning this for months. Your mom always wanted to help kids get to college. This way, her dream lives on.”
I stood there, stunned, my anger melting into something softer.
Monica looked at me earnestly. “I’m not trying to replace your mom, Lila. I just want to build something meaningful, something that helps you and others. I know I haven’t been the best stepmom, but I hope this can be a fresh start.”
For the first time in a long time, I smiled.
It wasn’t perfect, and maybe things with Monica never would be. But in that moment, standing in a salon named for my mom, I realized she wasn’t trying to destroy my future—she was trying to honor it in a way I hadn’t expected.
And yeah, I kept the urn. I planted peace lilies in it. Maybe it wasn’t the symbol Monica had intended, but it had become something new. A symbol of hope.
What would you have done in my shoes?
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