«Why I Jumped: My True Story of Postpartum Depression, Dramatic Rescue, & Return to Hope» by Wanda Dyson,Tina Zahn

If I could make it to the bridge, the pain would stop. I just had to make it to the bridge, and the hopelessness would end. It became a refrain, running over and over in my head as I raced down the highway. Make it to the bridge, and the pain will end. It's hopeless. Just wanna die. Make it to the bridge. When I finally reached the highest point of the Tower Drive Bridge, I pulled over and stopped the car. I was so calm, so sure. I knew this was the right thing to do, and there was peace as I opened the door, stepped out, and walked around my car toward the guardrail. As I reached the concrete barrier, I heard someone calling out to me. 'Ma'am! Ma'am!' I ignored him as I took a deep breath…and jumped.