The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, Where Demons Tread

Shaking Hands

This is likely going to get worse before it gets better.

I can feel circumstances converging, with us caught in the middle.

The landlord’s child is looking for housing for school locally – and we all know what that could mean when renting the landlord’s one local property.

It happened to us last time, our prior landlord wanting to rent to students, making us homeless.

F*ck brain trauma and all of this destabilizing.

Expansion, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Fighting Ground

When insurance pulled its 3rd party exam sham to abruptly cut of my financial support, I knew any time for retraining was pushed to ending.

So I jumped into more classes than I should have due to my injuries in order to gather as many marketable skills to put under my belt as I could.

Being an optimist, even though I began flailing under the increased performance intensity of networking to keep our housing and increasing to four days of classes and travel, I hoped this could rebuild my functional capacities.

But “lo and behold” my “crashing and burning!”

Injury symptoms have drastically worsened and I have to drop classes to respond to my body’s warnings.

The hope in all of this is that since I fought and created room for the extra classes against external pressures, if I can hold this space I might still finish my certificate.