Everyday as I walked to and from work, I crossed the bridge. And that meant everyday, twice a day, I thought about jumping off it.
I started my day at five am, I was the store opener for a fast food restaurant, which meant I got to catch the sunrise every morning. That was the only upside. I hated every mintue of my actual job. The hours I spent working dragged, and the ones I didn’t flew by no matter how much I begged them to stay.
The bridge is where I first felt it; The urge to jump. It came suddenly one day as I watched the sunrise from it’s highest point, as I did everyday. The thought came rushing into my brain and soon it was all I could think about each time I passed over it.
‘You would never have to step foot in that awful place again if you just jumped’
‘What’s stopping you?’
My brain screamed at me every time I walked over the bridge, “THIS IS YOUR CHANCE.” I tried not to make eye contact with the cars speeding past under me.
But I never jumped. Everyday, twice a day, the thoughts raced through my mind. I’m not sure, but I think it’s the sunrise that kept me from meeting with the pavement.
The sun will rise, and we will try again. – Truce, Twenty One Pilots