Texas: Living Lab For Studying The Dead.

More bodies need to be donated at the Forensic Anthropology Center at Texas State. It sounds horrible that students study the bones of the dead buried in tombs. But they are discovering what happened, to understand the story or how the death occurred. Thus providing closure to some mourning families, and helping to serve justice.

Only a handful of universities in the world offer space to study the decomposition of human remains. Texas State University’s facility in central Texas is the newest.

NPR covers the story in further and more graphic detail.

What drove me to read this article, and find it interesting to me, don’t think I’m a crack pot here, was my last manic episode I became obsessed with Texas. I had a map and site where something was buried that I needed to find. I took my mother’s car and tried to drive there. I knew something bad was there like dead bodies, and I needed to find them. I got so out of control, I started following the Dallas, Texas map, thinking I was in a mock universe in Dallas. I was mad. I drove the car into a swamp. I ran off along the railroad tracks in small town with a population living of 2. I carried railroad spikes in my back pocket for protection.

Did I have a six sense about something?

Though I hadn’t made it to Texas, I could hear corpses calling out to me everywhere, especially in the swampy ditches. I stole a large tire from a run down house in town, and rolled it into the swamp. I stood on the tire for some reason, as if it were going to help the dead. Then I ran across the state’s border and hoped to find a bus that would take me to where I needed to go in Texas, to find something….

I was eventually hospitalized walking down the long, open road in the middle of no where bare footed with a dress and jeans on carrying a compass. It was a scorching hot day. In fact I thought I could bring down the sun with my eyes.

The good news is I was put on the appropriate medications, basically the same I was taking for bipolar 1, and one that I’ve always rejected, an anti-psychotic. The latter is what helped me out. A delusion to this degree can do major damage to one’s brain. It takes time and medication for it to heal. I’ve been told. The longer and more severe the delusion, the longer it takes to heal.

I’m fine on my medications now, but the second I start playing with them, I start to feel all psychic like again. I also tended to, as you’ll find from my writings, experience persecutory-paranoia delusions without my medications (over 2 years). Part of me still feels it was induced, the paranoia, by other things that happened. Either way, it happened to me.

Things do get better if your in a delusional state. It can be confusing. But an anti-psychotic can change your life. And let you have one. I take Invega, but their are risperdal and others.

I found the story interesting due to my not so funny of an adventure trying to get to Texas to find ’something’ buried. These true stories created in my head are why I can’t even watch CSI. I’ve had enough thrills and drama.