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To save you wondering any more - it hurts, and it's quite inconvenient day-to-day and a definite hindrance to guitar playing, whilst it heals.
I grew up living quite close to the Severn Bridge and quite often saw bunches of flowers taped to the rails where somebody had taken one last step to end their life. I often wondered what they must have thought and felt as they plummeted to their demise.
One guy survived, he stated that as soon as he stepped over the edge he regretted it and knew he didn't really want to die! I also know of one guy (son of my mum's friend) who fell from a gantry under the bridge while he was working. The whole gantry fell away, he was the only guy who tried to jump clear and the only guy on the gantry to survive!
No, jumping from a height is not the way I'd choose to go, it must be terrifying!
I used to work for the manufacturer of wind turbine towers so we used to get a bit of lowdown from our customers. The guys who have to work in the towers and especially at the top have to be trained to evacuate in the event of a fire.
They have clip on a constant rate descender that's attached to the nacelle and jump off! Even that must be terrifying and you know you're going to survive without injury!
I meant April. ~ Simon Weir
Bit of trading feedback here.
i always thought it was a kind of virtigo.
I feel the urge puling me towards the edge if i get too close.
it can be that strong the only way to stop the feeling would be to jump.
I sometimes feel drawn to the canal if i get too close to the edge. I feel i may as well just jump to stop the urge. its like a magnet. If i get too close to the edge my balance starts to go and i can end up crawling on my knees. Looking down from a great height makes me feel so sick, jumping would seem like the thing to do but i obviously dont want to do that.
I would be a top Paratrooper but a shit window cleaner.( unless i stuck to bungalows away from the waters edge)
I can't help about the shape I'm in, I can't sing I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to
Weirdly enough (or maybe not) for me it's the other way around: I feel like there's a cosmic vaccuum cleaner sucking me towards that edge - it's something drawing me rather than me wanting to jump. I never get close enough to the edge to look over...
Or unlucky enough to realise I wasn’t.
I am ashamed to admit that 'not being here anymore' would be one effective way to solve my issues. But what would such actions do to my family? I guess that guilt keeps me here and has done for most of my adult life. This seems mad to me.