Month: December 2025

Altered States, 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

Backed Into A Corner

Candid Corvid Productions

“I was not responding well as of today from the concussion when getting other people’s help as they were pressuring.

I was either dealing with their trying to be time efficient and going in too many directions at once – spinning me in circles – and/or wasting my time, etc..”

Altered States, Comedy, 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

“There Can Be Only One”

Candid Corvid Productions

“I now have two kinds of brain injury – and boy, let me tell you how fun this is navigating the shattered internal stratosphere!”

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(Title reference to movie Highlander and the struggle to reclaim primary power)

Altered States, Comedy, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Brain Injury Gaslighting

Candid Corvid Productions

“An advocate for brain injury support tried helping me today, and finished our appointment by giving me the number to call my next errand item.

After several times of copy and pasting the number, dialing, and getting my own voicemail, I finally realized that she had given me my own number by accident!”

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(Re: object identification shutdowns)

A Woman's Plight

Hysteria

Candid Corvid Productions

Something I read about how things in a good relationship could be when mutually reinforced by positive beliefs reminded me by contrast of how and where in the past the road to paradise disintegrated.

My behaviors broke down when truths were corrupted and presented to me as rot that one must eat instead of the sanctity of wholesomeness.

My emotional extremes swung when others’ infidelities became expected to be accepted and my home’s walls wore thin from hits being taken by their repeated, unrepented sins.

Madness infected when insanity became the ruling hierarchy’s proclamation that all must kowtow to and obey, regardless of degradation’s unrestrained gluttony.

Insecurities dissolved internal integrity.

And I needed my peace…

Release me from this place of wrongness where seems that ever I dwell in its lurid remnant’s darkness!

Restore me to my former glory where I knew truth by its shining gaze and love reigned by its brilliance!

Show me that there are better ways than to dine upon gristled bones of one’s former innocence!

And in return I shall pledge my allegiance.