This biker sat with me on a bridge for six hours when I was going to jump, and he never once told me not to do it, That is what saved my life
It didn’t feel dramatic the night I made the decision to die. It was silent and definitive, like crossing something off a long list. I was seventeen, weary in a manner that sleep could never restore, and certain that I had already squandered all of my opportunities. I wasn’t trying to get attention. I had…