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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.
5 years ago. Friday, April 17, 2020 at 7:24 PM

I sit and wonder on the complexities that riddle the human Psyche with intramural philosophies. Though even the intricacies of that psyche can not be proven through science, only through repetitive constants can it be guessed. why is it that even we as a species seek one another  for solace from the depths of our minds. Is it that we fear the internal darkness that is our conscience, or is it the fear of what darkness harbors itself within our sub-conscience? those who seek things that cannot be explained tend to sub-conscientiously seek those who are of like mind. why do we as a people truely seek the companionship of another? Can anyone hold a solid conversation within the comments and explore these deep thoughts with any and all who join in. I challenge you to try.


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