So I watched the documentary The Bridge on YouTube last night and I’m still thinking about it today. I think this movie gets to me because one night a long time ago during my first solo trip to San Francisco I stood on the Golden Gate bridge and was very close to jumping. I’ve never told anyone about this and I’m only sharing it because it may help others.
Standing on the bridge I was about to jump over the barrier when a lady said “Are you okay”. I sheepishly lied and said yes trying to hold the tears back. She walked away and I realized I didn’t want to jump and the problems I were currently facing could be fixed or at the very least I should give them another try.
Being Bipolar I have suicidal thoughts a lot and this movie showed me that the people left behind are devastated and all seem to wonder if somehow it was their fault. I think the next time I have those thoughts I will force myself to watch this film again.