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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, December 24, 2022 at 3:08 AM

"I feel ashamed with abandon in my heart and on my face

I suffered the blame

I would show to you this way

But I'm too late

When the sorrow, it breaks them

I will replace them

For you

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Laid at the grave to heal a broken heart

Let it rain until it floods

Let the sun breathe life once more

Reborn

Wish you the same

To walk beside and carry on this flame

To see you again

With a radiance

Of pure and holy name

When the sorrow, it breaks them

I will replace them

For you

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Laid at the grave to heal a broken heart

Let it rain until it floods

Let the sun breathe life once more

Reborn

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Laid at the grave to heal a broken heart

Let it rain until it floods

Let the sun breathe life once more

Reborn

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Let it rain until it floods

Let the sun breathe life once more

Reborn

Dead flowers for the torn apart "

 

Good song, definitely a mood though.


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