The Bridge

“My heart pounded. It seemed ready to jump out of my chest. My eyes were wide. My thoughts raced”. The voices in Kevin’s head were determined and purposeful, screaming ” you are a horrible person, die now, you must die, jump now, do it I hate you”. Kevin believed he had to die and today, Spetember 25th, 2000 would be the very last day of his life.

Kevin arrived at the bridge, tears streaming down his face and although his mind was consumed with thoughts of suicide, he hoped someone, anyone would notice and ask him if he was OK. Kevin paced back and fourth on the bridge once he had found “the spot” and thought to himself, “nobody cares! absolutely nobody cares”. Kevin ran quicky toward the railing without caution and used his arms to throw his body over the railing. Head first Kevin fell fast, (about 75 mph) and his final thought before hitting the freezing cold water below was that he didnt want to die. Kevin did not die that day but instead he was awakened and his faith in god restored. Kevin remembers feeling god there with him in the water and belives he was saved that day by a higher power. Kevin now had to face a long and painful road to recover from his psysical injuries but his battle with mental health was far from over.

A long road ahead

Kevin didn’t only have to recover from the damage he caused to his body but his life long journey to learn how to manage his mental health was just beginning. Kevin would spend a considerable about of time in and out of psyciatric hospitals over the next several years. However, During that first stay kevin met a priest that encouraged him to share his story and changed his life forever.