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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.
3 years ago. Saturday, November 19, 2022 at 6:46 AM

So the best way to start this off is to give a bit of a diagnosis, most people don't talk about this kind of stuff because it's a "touchy" topic. But I, at a very young age; 8 years old; was diagnosed with the following:

  • Self anihilation disorder
  • Obsessive compulsive disorder
  • Attention deficit hyperactive disorder
  • Depression
  • Anxiety
  • Insomnia
  • Intermittent rage disorder
  • Dyslexia

And recently I have had these reconfirmed and the list added to:

  • Manic depressive disorder
  • I do not have panic attacks, I have a more severe version known as manic attacks. Basically I have to calm myself or I will have essentially a heart attack, so I take Ativan
  • Flashbacks (thanks army)
  • Legally deaf, even though I can hear; most of the time.
  • Acid reflux disease

 

And the list goes on for a while, but after years of treatment and working on myself. I have learned to manage all of this without medications. 

 

Now everyday I spend ten minutes convincing myself that today will be just like the rest, and it's fine for me to continue living, and that's it is not ok to be a mass murderer( just kidding there). No I actually have to give myself the will to exist daily. And reaffirm to myself that suicide is for cowards. 

After that I pray for 20 minutes at my alter, the I go on about my day. From there just before bed I pray, squaring away my mind and soul, and hope that I won't wake the next morning. When I enevitably do I repeat the process. I plan to live my life fully enjoying everything that makes me happy.

 

 


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