It’s 11:30, and my bedtime was 2 and a half hours ago. As I laid there, trying to clear my head, the brain said “Nope, time to terrorize you.” I was inundated with a disturbing and gruesome memory. I began reliving this one moment when I was in the bedroom my dad killed himself in.
Dad blew his head totally off, leaving only a part of the lower jaw. His head was splattered all over the room…it looked like a Jackson Pollack painting, except with blood, brain matter, and bits of skull. My step-mother got there after I did, and she started screaming when she walked in the room. His body had been removed by the police by the time she got there.
As she’s surveying the room hysterically, she goes over to the dresser and picks up a bit of skull with hair and scalp on it. “This was Joe! This was Joe!!!,” she starts screaming. I told her to hand it to me, and I led her outside.
Laying in bed, I relived her handing me that small piece of my dad’s skull. I hate when my brain pulls this shiit.
How do you folks clear your mind of the traumatic?