I am both paralyzed and restless, my mind does not stop for fear yet does not move for the same fear that will drag me under.

When I am not gasping for air I breathe deeply, trying to take in some small sign of life and yet my chest is empty.

My skeleton and my conscience weigh me down, the only thing to stop me sinking is my mind that no longer feels part of this world.

My thoughts rush in like an army yet they are fighting for the wrong side, with swords drawn they tear down my remaining walls.

I no longer fear the pain that keeps me alive but I fear myself, when will I draw the line, how will I know when to stop?

From my mind, my body, my thoughts, and my feelings, I am departed.



A Letter to my anxiety

To anxiety/fear,

You leave me vulnerable and bleeding; alone, shaking, begging for relief. I would do anything to be free from you and believe me I’ve tried. You make me feel safe while you silently shrink my world until I am no more than a ball curled up on my bedroom floor.

And what of my dreams? What dreams? Who am I to dream when I am so afraid, too afraid to lift my head and face the day ahead of me. Yes, I am safe, yes I am breathing and yet you leave me breathless and panicked, wanting it all to stop, wanting to breathe no more not one single breath… I have now given you control. Even my mind flees from you desperately dissociating, hiding from my bitter and broken reality, one that I don’t want to exist in.

You have been a part of my life since I was young and I know you will always be with me. This I can accept if maybe you can allow me to catch my breath. I know I will never live a life entirely without fear, but I hope to live one where joy, dreams, and hope coincide. To do that, I acknowledge you and respect you but I also respect myself and I know that you will not continue to control me.




With me

He is with me.

When I open my eyes,

When I sleep at night,

When I take the first step outside that leaves me breathless with fear.


He is with me.

When I smile

or when I choke

back tears that refuse to fall the way they used to, now that I am numb.


He is with me.

When I am a prisoner

in my own home,

unable to do what I love, what I need to survive, to be myself.


He is with me.

But I hope for even a second,

that I am with him,

screaming, protesting,

before he thinks to take another prisoner.

Are You…?

Are you the man

that stole my body,

your given right as a man stronger than me?


Are you the man

that took my right to walk down my street

the moment you followed me,

refusing to let me slip away?


Are you the man

that with his touch made me ashamed,

afraid to look at myself

out of hate, out of spite, out of disgust?


Are you the man

that in a moment of pleasure

took weeks away from my life?


Are you the man?

Because if you are

I hope you never take from another

that which you took from me.


Betrayal, like many things is a slow-growing, festering disease. One day it may be a simple lie, an act of painful disrespect. Betrayal always hurts the most when it comes from the people you love,  those that promise they will never hurt you. We tolerate more and more hurt, we nearly breakdown, because our love for people can be so great. These people justify their actions with simple apologies, or sometimes no words at all. Know that no matter how many times you have been hurt by people you love, knocked down by those you need to help pick you up, you are never alone. If you are out there, fighting, you are loved, even when life seems so dark. I’m still fighting and each time I get knocked down I will keep standing back up again, no matter how much it hurts.

My name is…

My name is Sarah Carlisle.

I don’t know who I am or why I am here.

I am mental illness, I am trapped, I am barely breathing.

My name is Sarah Carlisle.

Sarah Carlisle means unworthy, unloveable, unfit, unwell.

Sarah Carlisle is defined by within, the demons that unwittingly eat away at all that Sarah Carlisle could have been.

My name is Sarah Carlisle.

I am strong, I am fighting, I am growing.

Sarah Carlisle may not be perfect or worthy but she will not be brought down. The demons will not win.

My name is Sarah Carlisle.

I don’t know who I am or why I am here but

I  am free.


I never knew love until I knew heartbreak. Love was agony. More than the throbbing pain in my head, more than knowing that I would never fit in, never be free. For once you have known love, you have known true loss when it goes away. When you realise that love was what you had to fight for and without it you are less than what you were before. I’m empty and betrayed.