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

Dear Alex,

“I am discouraged, though, that numbness is spreading and becoming more prevalent down my arms.

Maybe it’s because of the increased pushing to survive that I’ve been doing.

Stopping my work did not bring more rest.

Rather, I’ve been launched into more intensity struggles against the injuries.”

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

Dear Alex,

“I tried a new anti-inflammatory yesterday, and despite its tranking my brain, it actually interrupted the throbbing pain in my spine!

But I am not sure that I should rely on it – become dependent.

And the haggard lines on my face today…are they from the med messing with me?

Or is this what’s hiding underneath the facade of endurance, and relief from the med allows this to come through?”

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

Dear Alex,

“I thought I could get better, that I could pull myself back together.

But parts of me bamphing out of the material realm while others got torn assunder makes it difficult for regeneration.

My body is trying, but is misdirected by the longterm inflammation – and this has now become something that I cannot fix on my own.”

Alex (An Ideal)

Dear Alex,

“It seems silly to say this, but at least I know it wasn’t my fault that when I’d literally lift a finger, my eyes and brain kept trying to short out.

This is why I could not continue attempting piano and guitar, and why the pressure of survival pinging would not release to let me return to prior editing.

I’ve been having a hard time not getting a complex about these inabilities.”

Alex (An Ideal)

Dear Alex,

“I’m frightened.

The MRI shows I likely need intervention surgery, asap.

I find out more tomorrow.

It isn’t something that I can fix on my own, and is getting worse too rapidly.

I wish I was wrong about this.

I hope it is better than this.

But it seems pretty obvious my life is at risk.

Maybe there’s another way to interpret this.

I’ve worked hard to keep my grip from slipping.

I don’t know how I can control this fall.”