Enlightenment -Don't Know What It Is/ & the Persistence of Memory

It's interesting thing, this PTSD, it was only after about 30 years working in palliative care that I actually blurted out to a colleague the actual witnessed trauma I went through when I was 9 years old and saw a school-friend, a nice friend, a boy, David, de-capitated whilst crossing the street, when his head was hit by a hurtling along white truck's side-mirror steel housing; Goodness me, the quivering sticky splatter of blood and grey matter all over my face. It's still the clearest image in my mind really, and all the horror attached to the witnessing of it is still there within me, although there has been some healing.
So, just blurting this out to a colleague FIFTY YEARS after the event caused me to not be able to ever really go back and work in that unit again.
It was Michel de Montaigne in 1548(?) who said that the best way to remember something vividly was to try really hard to forget it.
So, I think that's the Human Condition in my experience.
Mind you, as for Palliative Care, the Clinical Realm, I'm really glad I'm out of it now. I can teach it, advise about it, pontificate about it,  speak on it, write about it as the brilliant advanced human care it is, for sure, but no more the doing. No more of those sad goodbyes.

"The sad endings you pursue, are simply things complete."