Sarah Myles is a freelance writer whose credits include Sane, Flickering Myth, Film International, Mental Healthy Magazine, Parents Space, The Dalesman, The Culture Corner, Cosgrrrl, and Twisted Sister Lit Mag. Her work has been shortlisted in both the BBC Writers Room and the WILDsound Writing Festival, and her fortnightly column Feminist Flicker (Channillo, 2015-2021) was named Best Column in the 2016 and 2017 Channillo Awards.
Originally from London, she now lives in North Yorkshire.
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Hi there! Thank you for following my blog. Your writing looks really interesting and I will sure keep an eye on it! 😉
Hi! And thanks! Yours too 🙂
Sarah,
It’s been enjoyable reading your blog – you have a gift for creating imagery with words. I have my own blog about BPD and may link to you in one of my future posts if that is ok. My views on BPD are unconventional and different from yours, but your writing has still been useful for me.
– Edward
Thank you for your kind comments, Edward. I’m glad you enjoy my work, and am more than happy for you to link to it at any time.
I look forward to reading your own blog, as I strongly believe it is differing perspectives that move us forward.
– Sarah
Hi Sarah, I liked your article about Whip It on World of Film. It’s definitely a film I want to check out, so thanks!
Thanks Tom! It’s one of my all-time favourite movies. Would love to hear what you think of it once you’ve seen it.
Thanks for reading 🙂
Sarah Myles
Hi Sarah, I have just read your piece about the chameleon affect and it is so spot on. I have been trying to find the words for this hellish way of life.Thankyou.
Hi Annie, Thanks for reading and for your kind comment. Best of luck with your recovery. Sarah Myles
I enjoyed your post about the chameleon, I found it after searching that word when I discovered ‘chameleon’ was the perfect word for how I have lived personally and professionally. Only after reading your writing did I discover I most likely live with BPD.
Inability to say ‘no’ and please others led to prostitution at 18 after ‘falling in love’ with a 38 year old pimp.
Several failed marriages as I would ‘wake up’ and wonder what was I doing, where am I?
Falling madly in ‘love’, falling madly out of love, interestingly duration is always the same. I get tired of being the person I think I am supposed to be to be liked/loved.
In my rare quest to discover reasons for my mental health, I asked my mother if I experienced childhood abuse and her answer was “possibly “. Nothing else was said.
Lots of dangerous and self destructive behaviors, not so much now.
At least at age 68 I know I must live alone, no longer seeking the relationship I longed for yet never knew how to be ME in one. In fact, I don’t even know how to be me at anytime.
I have tried talk therapy but the chameleon in me only succeeds for awhile then disappears when too much is known about me.
Writing was my escape in my lonely youth, I try now and then, I wrote a story for a local author who wanted me to write more but as much as I desire praise when I get it my fear of failure is much stronger.
At least I know one thing about myself, I’m a chameleon!
Hi Eileen – thanks for sharing your story. I wish you the best for your journey. Sarah Myles