Cass McLean

How does one begin to recover their identity after years of recovering from trauma and burnout?

Asking for a friend.

Today we discovered that my kitten, a feral rescue, is a huge @stephenking.bsky.social fan. I've never seen an animal have a media preference in my life but here we are.

My bad 😅

10 years of fighting with doctors has come down to the last 6 months of real results and I have HAD it with fighting with doctors offices. #chronicillness #werewolfproblems

When Art meets real life.

"The Flight of Icarus," 2025, ranch dressing and concrete.

#bartenderhumor #barlifeornolife

So proud to be a part of this amazing morning. Location ocean beach San Francisco
#nokings

Hey friends: Just be aware of your surroundings today and help your neighbors if you’re attending a No Kings event. I’d say be safe but that seems like a tall order in some places.

It's weird to be ten years older than your self-determined death date.

I'm still here and not everyone looks at me like I'm in charge. #bpd #bpdwarrior #wetewolfproblems

I am beyond fucking annoyed that I got close to fully splitting in public. For a very good reason, mind, but then the fact that I've had an untreated heart condition kicks in and my heart rate is 220 because I'm trying NOT to blow up and I had to lay on the fucking floor of the bar I work at. Fuck.

Splitting, as it's pathologized in BPD, is characteristically an example of polarized thinking. But that's a defense mechanism built around trying to stabilize our reality bc of our trauma.

It's weird when the "mental illness" behavior becomes a functional tool again. #bpd

The longer I watch the dissolution of humanity and the morally corrupt black hole that society is driving towards...the more I realize that I should have been dead long past.

I don't want to be cruel and hurtful, but when I walk away it also hurts.

I'm not a monster. I don't want to be one.

I think that knowing that you're in the middle of splitting, hating, and also having to options but to run is probably the most painful experience ever.

We all hate him here. But the snowbirds, investors and part-time residents still get to vote while they absolutely destroy our state as their playground

Bingo

The more I learn about myself, the angrier I get about what they did to me.

Having to ghost someone to protect my peace really does a number on me

What do you mean I have to abandon someone?

The edges of my bones grind together as I breath.

Reminding me that I do not fit in this prison of sinew and muscle.

Would that I could beg to be free again.

Picked up Star Trek: Prodigy today.

Damn the pollen is making my allergies BAD this year.

Hard agree!

My BPD is massively complicated with C-PTSD and the group therapy environment would have put me in a tailspin. But I ALWAYS recommend the workbook. It's an excellent practice

And for the sake of my own sanity, I refuse to accept someone else's "third-party sorry." It's not support, it's pandering.

Maybe that's a hot take. But honestly, I don't really give a fuck.

And maybe it's the BPD but I don't want fucking condolences for my trauma. No one gave me condolences or support when I was being abused for YEARS and so I handled it myself.

My refusal to lay down and let this shit take me out isn't fucking "positivity." It's grim determination.

I told someone a part of my lore today to give context to a conversation I was having about how kink won't replace therapy and playing in BDSM spaces is a DANGEROUS game (former dominatrix here) and the response was to offer condolences and try to turn the conversation away from the point.

Nothing like splitting so hard in a BPD meltdown that you actually unlocked a part of your reactivity that has been dormant for YEARS and remember only a fraction of the instance.

Thankfully I'm less ashamed than annoyed but by marking the bruises on my arms I went full wall knocker for hours.

Get that unelected, goddamned, arrogant AF, ketamine-addicted,
dark tetrad, rocket boy out of our government. Now.

My teeth are broken but I can defend myself with them. My bones have shattered and healed so many times, they are crooked and stiff. But my eyes are still bright and my heart still labors against its fittings. #shortformpoetry #bpd

As others have suggested they could organize a counter SOTU presser out side if they want to do a walk out. If going that route, they must call it what it is:

I had just come out of a doctor's appointment from being treated that way and I nearly launched my phone when I saw the clip. Absolutely despicable