By MIA FREEDMAN
Here’s a short story that some people really need to hear. In the 1920s there was an Australian woman called Nellie Bishop who was distraught after a messy, broken romance. So she went to a notorious Sydney suicide spot and jumped off a cliff in an attempt to end her life.
But her life had other plans.
Just as she jumped, a freak wave swept in and broke her fall before she was plucked – gratefully – from the ocean by passing fishermen.
You see, halfway down in mid-air, Nellie changed her mind. Suddenly, she wanted to live.
Author and journalist, Peter FitzSimons, unearthed Nellie’s story a few years ago and wrote about it, noting that:
“…despite the blackness that propelled her to jump, despite being firmly convinced that there was no way out for her, that life was not worth living, that death was better than life. . . she was totally, comprehensively and stunningly wrong.
For Nellie Bishop really did live happily ever after. She fell in love again with a good man, had eight wonderful children, of whom five joined the police force and one, Bob Bradbury, became NSW’s highest ranking detective. One of her dozens of grandchildren and great grandchildren, Bill Bradbury, became a police negotiator and ended up spending a proportion of his professional life successfully talking people out of suicide. He had a story to tell them . . .”
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These people use suicide as their method of death. Depression is what kills them
Sure life could get better if you are suffering from a broken heart or have lost your dream job but chronic pain doesn't go away, terminal cancer doesn't go away, a history of abuse doesn't go away. We contemplate it for different reasons, telling people it will get better because this woman found happiness after a broken heart, really misses the mark for me.