Ironically enough @defango, I'm actually dealing with an extreme personality clash with a roommate. I won't get into the details, but I've really been struggling lately to figure out a way to not be adversely affected. Certain behaviors and crossings of boundaries trigger my PTSD, and lock me in a state of debilitation.

I actually have a biochemical response that is very difficult to control, in fact, it sends me into panic attacks. Today was a perfect example. Fighting amongst others will trigger this if I have to hear it, and I become hostile and aggressive. In short, I went for a walk.

How difficult it is to control this, is really inexplicable, but metaphors such as the craftsmans sand paper gives me a little perspective on just how much progress I've made, and furthermore the metaphor regarding abused animals still having the ability to trust and love makes me think of my rescue dog. She has a maimed leg, and walks on 3, because people used to throw her in fighting pens. This little female dog (Cali) fucking loves everybody dude,
and sometimes I see the pain in her eyes, and I wonder.... How does she do it?

Keep up the astoundingly impressive work my dude. This is your calling. @futuremind