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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.
2 years ago. Monday, September 4, 2023 at 9:49 PM

It's been awhile since the last time I posted here.

 

Life is all but interesting, it's filled with work and not much else. The occasional game and maybe some anime. Time flies quite quickly when you are busty as hell. So what's up? How has the peeps here been?

 

I wonder why life can be so tough and strange. What is it that makes us so different from one another that we just act cruel and push some random agenda onto others?

 

I spent six years serving this country and now all I can do is sit back and watch it go to hell. Like what makes us number 1? That fact that we spend more on defense than the rest of the world combined? Or that we have more prisoners incarcerated per capita than the rest of the world?

 

But other than having surgery for a hiadal hernia next month nothing is really new.


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