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Ainslie Caswell intertwines innate storytelling talent with a fervent commitment to mental health advocacy in her writing career. From tender youth, she has navigated through the realms of stories and poetry, using words as vessels to convey profound thoughts and emotions. Ainslie’s capacity to sculpt well-researched, captivating research papers has further illuminated her literary adeptness. Now, she intends to illuminate the path of her mental health journey, providing a transparent look into her experiences with PTSD and anxiety disorders.


In the realms of short fiction, Ainslie delicately unfolds universes crafted from introspective exploration and whimsical creativity. These stories not only captivate but also offer a mirror into the subtle nuances of resilience and hope, providing readers a brief escape into worlds where every emotion is acknowledged, every struggle finds a voice, and every story, no matter its length, holds a world within.

Who is the one love you always return to? Who is that one person who stole your heart,

and never gave it back? These stories describe four times such a couple meets,

connects, and separates.

A mother and her two daughters become housebound for two days following the hospitalization of the younger daughter. After running away and burying their problems for most of their lives, all three must address and face deep-seated issues in their relationships, and in themselves. 

Finalist, Sanguine Project Playwright 2016, Brooklyn, NYC

A very small restaurant in a modest-sized city has a small staff of three. Guests are treated to an unexpected experience of being able to receive whatever they order.

Premiered July 2016, Strawberry One-Act Festival, NYC


Through her genuine and empathetic writing, Ainslie aspires not only to offer solace and support to those traversing similar paths but also to enlighten the broader understanding of these frequently misperceived conditions, weaving a tapestry of empathy, insight, and advocacy within every word.

For the past several years, I have been chasing pain in my body. It feels like a phantom......

The story I am about to tell occurred well over a year ago.....

After almost four years in Los Angeles, I had done what any sensible girl had done: I had obtained a bachelor’s degree, done some waitressing and bartending, gotten a nose job, been a fully clothed background extra in a porno......

When I was a stripper, people were surprisingly curious about how I made money. “So, you’re a contractor?” men would often ask.

Have you known folks throughout your life who like to say outrageous things and wait to get a reaction out of people? Then, they follow it up with a quick, “I’m just kidding!”.......

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