What stopped me (from suicide)?

THE thought of suicide came suddenly and seemed to surround me. Not by that name, though. (I'd have been alert to the word suicide.) Comfort and sweetness—that's what it promised. Yet something stopped me.

All this happened late one night a few weeks after my husband had passed on. While driving home alone, I came to a bridge under construction. The guardrail was missing, I noticed, and two barricades had been moved. "Why, anyone could drive right off this bridge and plunge into the water below," I said aloud. In that same split second I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to do just that. The pull was so strong that said, "Then we'll be together again." How sweet, comforting; quick and easy.

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