Flashback

[den]

When I worked in Sydney in 1989, a bloke climbed to the top of Transport House and committed suicide by jumping off. He hit the street about 20 yards from where I was standing. I had my back to him at the time, but I heard it.

Something today triggered the memory I'd been able to supress for 15 years, and now the sound is playing in my head like a stuck record.

Comments

[tatterdemalion.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

that cannot have been pleasant and even moreso 15 years later.

*HUGS*

[ursuscal.livejournal.com]

Hon, there's no telling what triggers those memories. I haven't been a Coroner since 1977, yet just the other day I suddenly had a memory similar to yours in the middle of a boring meeting. Can't for the life of me figure out why. Those memories always seem to lie buried, yet close enough to the surface that they can appear at any time.

If you would like to talk about it, I'm here.

[mactavish.livejournal.com]

Ick. :/

[red-frog.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. That's bad when that happens.

[kelloggs2066.livejournal.com]

Bleah.

Take it easy, Mate.

You know what I refer to those memories as?
"Monsters from the Id" ;)

Yer friend,

Scott

[http://users.livejournal.com/crossfire_/]

Ugh. :(

[dizzdvl.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Maybe telling it will get it to go away like passing on a song that's in your head. :/

[smof.livejournal.com]

I get that with the image of my cat laid dying in the road moments after being hit by a 4x4. And it comes back from the most random things. Stupid screwy human brain.

[weibchenwolf.livejournal.com]

*just offers hugs*

[lizardling.livejournal.com]

*gentlepet* :(

[tsjafo.livejournal.com]

Aw damn. *hugs*

[weyrdbird.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[eozarth.livejournal.com]

Try and use this opportunity to let it go, to clear it out (note: not stuff it back into the subconscious). If you need professional help to get it out, use it :)