There I was standing on the edge of that bridge that my intrusive thoughts had told me to go to so many times before, and I never entertained it. Standing there, my heart beating out of my chest, I hear it louder than anything else. My hands shaking, and sweaty, as I look down at the water thinking about whether my kids are better off without me. I am such a failure that it’s just better this way. My inner thoughts just telling me to jump off that bridge. This one time, I thought well maybe… I walked down there in the rain and stepped up over the edge, one foot up and then the other, full of adrenaline. And then I slipped and tried to grab hold quickly. I knew for certain no one was around when I came down here but I looked up and a man reached his hand out and said “Take My Hand”, I told him, “No Way”, my thoughts would never let me trust a random stranger much less to take this man’s hand to pull me back up. He said, “I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!”…

“Grab my Hand!”

I said “Every Time I have Trusted someone to pull me Out of the Trenches, I got burnt.”

He said, “Please, You don’t know me, but this isn’t the way” “Just Trust”.

Everything inside of me telling me to be stubborn and not grab ahold, but I did. I grabbed this man’s hand, and he pulled and I grabbed the other and pulled me up over that bridge. I felt an instant calming, relief I had not felt in a very long time. A mere stranger that I didn’t know I needed to be around in this very vulnerable moment where I wanted to stop my world. Make all the pain stop, felt like I couldn’t go another step on this broken Earth. What was inside this person that made him not pass me by? To make him stop and offer me a hand and tell me that this isn’t the way to do things?

After catching my breathe; I looked up, and I just said, “Thank You”. He said, “Everyone needs a hand once in awhile, you just have to take it from the right ones that have the right intentions.”