On our way to the pet shop today, we were diverted around a large sectioned off area of freeway, and we could see a police car further up. At first we thought there had been an accident.. until we realised there was no car, and there was an overpass right above it. I looked at Mum and said, “Someone jumped.” She nodded, and we took the detour, that passed right above the police car.

On the side of the road, right about where the police were parked down below, there were a pair of boots. It may have been coincidence, but I don’t think so. I think someone did jump off the overpass, and I wish I’d been able to take a picture of those boots. It would have made a very emotional scene; even thinking about it now makes me want to cry. I just don’t understand how someone could do that.

Even when I felt suicidal, I was never selfish enough to do that to my mother, or my siblings. I couldn’t stop thinking about them finding me, and then living without me. I guess I was lucky that I was so close to my family; they gave me something to live for. I’m thinking of whoever took their life today, if in fact they did, and of the family and friends they have no doubt left behind.