I Was Ready to Give Up, But a Biker Sat With Me for Hours—Here’s What Happened
I was seventeen, sitting on the edge of a bridge at 4 a.m., ready to end it all. I’d planned it for months—written the note, given away my things, picked the highest point so there’d be no second chances. Cars passed. No one stopped. I felt invisible, like death would be no different. Then I…