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Letters from the Edge of Tolerance

This is where I document life lived with CPTSD, ADHD, DID, OCD, abandonment trauma, rage, and the long term psychological consequences of instability. Not for sympathy. Not for inspiration. For examination.

I write about trauma the way a mechanic tears down an engine. Piece by piece. What broke. Why it broke. What it still does under stress.

You will find poems that bleed without asking to be saved. Essays that dissect ethical BDSM, power exchange, dominance, consent, and responsibility without romantic illusion. Reflections on betrayal, identity, dissociation, religion, rage, control, and the uncomfortable mathematics of trust.

This is not a healing space. It is an honest one.

I do not frame survival as beautiful. I frame it as necessary.

If you are looking for optimism, look elsewhere.

If you want unfiltered analysis from someone who has lived at the upper edge of tolerance for decades and still functions, read on.

Existence is not always a gift.

Sometimes it is a condition.

42

5 months ago. Friday, September 5, 2025 at 10:23 PM

The number 42 means alot However for me it holds a closer meaning. It is a reminder. On my left thumb i have a semicolon tattooed with the number 42 below it. It is a reminder and a scar. A wound i know will never heal. 42 times have i tired to end my exisitence and 42 times have i yet persisted. Why I am here i know not. BUt here is am.

I exist without my consent, and i do what i can to make the most of it. LIfe sucks as it already is, why make it any more unbearable than what it already is? The number carved in my skin, a reminder that i am here until the world, or gods deem it otherwise. And so I persist.

Not because its a concious decision, but because dispite trying, I have no other choice. Therefore i stand among the rotten and the spoiled. in a world depraved of basic human kindness. though even in my darkest of moments, noone could truly understand the darkness that dwells within my soul. and yet here I am.

I persist....

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