PHOTOS OF THE MILLENNIUM (SO FAR)

All the events in my life had added up to this point in my life. Feeling of despair, and hatred. Feelings of not being loved, or feeling cared about. I felt completely alone, like I didn’t really matter to anyone. I was really just invisible it seemed like. I grew up on a life time of depression. Taking meds for my problems, trying to take too many of them to see what would happen. Eventually i got my meds taken away from me, which made me struggle even worse. I tried counseling, therapy, I did everything. But nothing was going to change my mind, I was of no importance. I set my date, April 27th, 2015; I was going to jump off the golden gate bridge. I wanted to feel scared and nervous, but I was more ready to go then have any emotions about it. And when the day came, my feet dangling off the edge, fingertips slipping by the second, holding on with the tightest grip, thinking to myself, “am I ready?” and that's when I heard the soft and gentle voice of a police officer. He didn’t tell me to get off, or scream at me and ask me what I thought I was doing up there. He talked to me, he just talked to me. I hadn’t had someone talk to me, and ask me how I was feeling in almost 4 years. He asked me about myself, and told me I was worth way more than I thought. I knew in that moment I wasn’t ready to go, and that someone did care about me. He eased me off the bridge, and pulled me to safety. I recovered in a rehabilitation center for about 4 months, and two months after that, I began to speak out about my experiences. I became an advocated for suicide, along with the police officer who pulled me off the bridge. I am happy now, and helping others to understand they are worth more than they believe, and no matter how bad it gets, suicide is never the answer.