My suicidal thoughts in one image
Image by Matthew Eaton
I cross the bridge of suicide every day.
It is a metaphorical and a physical bridge. It is any bridge I cross, no matter where my feet fall. Every time I reach the middle of this bridge, an alternative reality version of me jumps over the rail into the abyss.
I dangle in the breeze, thrashing in a last-minute change of mind, but it is too late. The noose does the job and ends my feeble attempt to change fate.
… And then I’m among the trees and buildings, continuing my journey to wherever I intended to be, all the while hoping I won’t cross another bridge along the way.
How many people suffer from this specific vision? It is hard to tell.
How many people think suicidal thoughts every day? Millions, if the studies are right.
It cuts across gender, age, and race. It is the great equalizer because it is death.
More Baby Boomers die from suicide than in car accidents. Millenials clamor for the self-expression, lamenting how a world forgot about them.
Yet, is it the stigma of suicide that draws the attention, or is it a real problem bubbling due to the end of an age?
Would you commit suicide if it weren’t an unholy thing?
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