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

The Big Gamble

With insurance having unlawfully cut off my partial wage loss support and resulting pressures attempting to shove me back into the workforce prematurely, I have to decide if I allow this landslide to carry me where it will – or do I leap again with whatever skills I can muster to reach for a life less orfinary?

Where Demons Tread

An Honest Woman

When one is no longer wanted but has invested in a partner who lives in another country where women are still viewed as property, it would seem best to keep to self mother and child born into their freedom.

I am thankful after years of prayer that though disappointed, there was no reason.

For in the dream I wanted him to know – sacrificing our safety for honor’s reason.

(Title play with words)

Where Demons Tread

Dream Time

A younger David Gahan beckoned a younger inside me personally to keep going to the crest of the hill where he promised to help ease my worry by song and good company.

As I zombie-hunch shuffled, trying to not slide backward, and rallied to keep moving by resistant leg coordination, a starlet emerged next to me as the other striders streamed around us, onward toward their own destinations.

I in a ragged medical gown askewed by my struggles, and she in her top-dressed “nines” with makeup and hair perfect, turned right over the hill’s top and curved into his downward sloping vacation rental driveway.

Whereupon, she excitedly exclaimed it was amazing and that she had never been there before, and I sighed with relief saying “Ah, I like this house” (having recognized I’d been there before) – and wondered if David would let me first sleep some more.

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

Externalities

Functioning in each moment requires more multiple efforts to just perform one task smoothly and effectively, creating an overage of conscripting more broadly further related processing capabilites to support and enact such operationd, which compounds complexity in what “should be” simplicity.

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, Where Demons Tread

Are You Kidding Me?!

I had, of course, worried that the 3rd party doctor would claim some biased reason to discount my current inability to work – especially since she refused to perform the neurological assessment duties that I, my main doctor, and even my insurance company had requested and thought she was going to do.

But no.

Her eyes had glazed over during my interview and she seemed distracted and agitated when I told her my after-car accident current symptoms that I have been working diligently to have identified and  strategies of rehabilitation formulated.

She was not interested and responded lacklusterly, telling me vaguely that she was not allowed to assess me for these things.

Then, her eyes lit up alive and she became animated when I told her of the many physical traumas that I have had since childhood and outgrew and overcame.

I stated these honestly because I was required to, and proudly because these have been previous “wars that I have won” and was very functional afterwards despite of.

After performing a brief exam that any walk- in clinic would offer after first shrugging her shoulders and indicating by body language and slight comment that it was useless and wouldn’t matter, her 16 page I-am-sure-templated-report did not dispute that I could not currently work – but that the accident was not the cause of my current inabilities!

What-what-what?! the warbling dodo bird comedian sqwuaks at this ridiculous claim in the face of all actual evidence that has been given.

The cascade of allowed and unchecked resultant destabilizing force from this claim has put all of my rallying defences under the gun.

Alex (An Ideal), Where Demons Tread

Dear Alex,

Having to “conquer foes within the depths of hell” over and over again makes me feel unwortby of someone like you.

I am as if in The Witcher’s position, eyes magic-crazed and determination bent on overcoming any obstacle oozing from my pores while blood and slime covers my bearings – how thus could you account my beauty?

What would beguile you into thinking that we are matched in our wits and comprehension’s understanding?