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

Anxiety

What could this be?
Why do I feel empty?

I give to others
And help family

I think my body hurts
As engage arm or leg

Gravity is tough going
If spine to neck flayed

To rise from bed
Needs a purpose

Towing the line is
No longer worth it

If movement is stiff
Maybe stay in place

Catch up to moment
Give self some grace

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

Barriers To Success

“It infuriates me that all I can do right now is attend to very few things – and then I must decompress, without making further progress.

Yet, I can’t tell if it’s my inner drive to achieve – or the need to keep pressing hard onward in order to survive that is yelling.”

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

Denial’s Benefits

These first two years since the accident
Have been about gaining distance away

From modes of tipping on edge of collapse
Which I would not let override endurance

Thus internal reroutings smack into walls
When continuing to push past allowances

With mainframe crashings from pressure
As keep reanimating limbs toward future

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

Mystery Rupture

Something unmentioned has been
A bulging vessel inner pinky finger

Several weeks ago since I noticed
Unsure how long it’s been injured

Could have happened lifting any
Edge with angled weight cutting

I’ve been ignoring it to let heal as
Occasionally acts as trigger finger

Because the pain upon touching
Was swollen and pulse-alarming

Connective tissues and associated
Don’t have tensile tenacity as prior

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

Flatt-End

“Cortisol haze from stress makes chest a heavy weight almost feeling like suffocating and illness in the mornimg.

It likely doesn’t help that I must drink caffeine mixtures daily in order to be able to think and function…

I refuse to take pharmaceutical medications that will leave a worsened effect while they’d claim to address my symptoms.”

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

Wisdom Bits From Hell’s Travels

When senses return to you
Carefully roll over to a better vantage
Pick out gravel from stinging wounds
Rinse them clean if can find water
Scrabble if you can to next levels
Even if only inch by inch
Dragging your broken carcass
Laughing maniacally
After the fall
Baring your teeth aggressively
At scavengers and predators
Letting them know
They’ll go down with you
Until you can make it to higher ground
Where the grass is green
And flowers are blooming
As birds and butterflys and other creatures
Evidence proof of The Garden
And you can begin to reclaim
Your humanity
Again

(Stark contrast to booklet, “Chicken Soup For The Soul”)

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

Lacking “Norms”

There is no consistency that
I can rely on in these injuries

Zones are identified in variations
That intermittently work or worsen

Which keep putting me back into
States of great anxietal insecurity

Because I never know what I can
Count on in performance abilities

Add onto this that in trying to heal
New injuries occur in shift-adjusting

And their effect upon limbic systrm
Is like treading minefield explosions

Periods of “maybe I’m safe” occur
Then on into new crisis responses