A Woman's Plight, Alex (An Ideal), 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, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Dear Alex,

“I don’t know how to recover from this accident, except to go slower while experiencing more neural twitching – and to keep doing what I have been doing.

But the resources are even thinner now, and all I can do is keep trying to show up, even with further diminished capacity.

Yeah…

My kids and I have had to have the talk.

‘If I end up in a home because my system crashes, don’t give up on me – please make sure  that I am getting the right therapies for recovery.

And if I am ever in a coma, don’t give up on me.

I am in here, trying to reroute the wiring.'”

Altered States, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Slip-N-Slide

“I have been trying to figure out why my several, strong attempts to stop my flipping fall head first into the shower wall that Friday night failed and, instead, resulted in increasing momentum each time gripping moist hands hit the wall.

Usually, fiberglass-like plastic will have a dry squeek traction that one can engage with once out of the direct water’s flow – even with damp hands.

But, instead, a sequence of expounded upon slippery compounding effects resulted, assuring my impacting doom.

Then, yesterday, a friend reminded me that the cleanser used in hotel bathrooms is a spray that they wipe over the surfaces and never have time to rinse off.

I remember this being true from my own past experiences of when I briefly tried working in different hotels, but did not take the jobs because it was a thematic that management expects cleaners to cut corners for quick room turnovers.

So layers of this spray accumulate, and with no traction provided on the tub floor or bars on the wall for maintaining stability, the situation is a ticking time bomb scenario for an accident to happen.

I also noticed after being moved to a room with bars in the bathroom after the accident that those shower walls were also flexible.

So, great…

Flexible walls saved my life by providing some bounce to my head and shoulder impacts – instead of cracking with force into a hard surface – but slickery walls without bars was a set up to cause someone damage in the first place.

And I just happened to get the ‘luck of the draw’ that evening.”

Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

Look at me now
See my suffering

Did I truly do something wrong to
Deserve my beloved’s distancing?

See how it turns me inside out &
How I try to redirect to creating

You and I are not so different
Caught in the wakes of losses

Therefore, let my pain
Absolve your suffering

The guilt you felt and feel
Let my regard forgive you

Awaken, my love &
Accept being loved

We are both broken so
Let’s start the mending