I ran at full speed and leaped off the top of the roof expecting to end my life… I could feel the cool wind rushing on my numb face cause I drank a bottle of whiskey I downed a couple minutes before I jumped. On the way down I was thinking about why I was doing this, and I was certain that it made sense why I was, well as certain as a wasted person can get. I got fired 5 months before, and then my husband left me and took our baby girl. Thinking about my daughter brought tears to my eye, my vision was clouded but I could still see the ground getting closer and closer. I assumed that I had no more than 2 min left of my life.