This morning, my commute was interrupted by a man who was considering jumping off a bridge.
I would like to be able to say that I don’t understand that.
The truth is, I understand it all too well.
There is a point at which you have passed your own personal pain threshold, and the hits just keep on coming.
There is a point at which ending your life seems like a wild animal being willing to gnaw off its own leg to get out of an unforgiving, unbearably painful trap.
When someone or something intervenes, the knowledge that you considered it, tried it, danced around the edges of it–can haunt you. It can be another thing your Adversary whispers in your ear as an accusation. “Selfish! Weak! Coward!”
But something else can happen, too.
You can move on.
And when something happens to remind you of that time, your first thought isn’t how pathetic you were.
It’s how far you’ve come.