This was an emotionally charged book that left me teary eyed, due to the disturbing subject matter, but, the story would have had a bigger impact had it been written with more personal insight. It seemed to merely skim through Tina's life. This would be a good book for those who suffer from any type of depression, to help them realize that they're not alone -and- for those who do not suffer from any type of depression, to help them understand what it is like for those who do suffer from depression. Especially helpful would be the Facts and Figures and Q & A sections in the back of the book with references for additional help. What I didn't like about this book was it's religious undertones. I think it's wonderful that Tina was able to recover from her postpartum depression with help from her religious community, and her faith in God, but I didn't much care for her message that she wouldn't have been able to recover without that. What hope does that leave for the non Christian?
Somewhat disturbing, but ends on a positive note. Good message for those with all forms of depression. Very fast read. Just be warned that if you are skeptical of religious people, you may not enjoy this book.
An interesting and true story which provides fascinating insight into a woman's struggle with depression. The story behind her depression which leads to a dramatic suicide attempt, and what helped her in the aftermath of that attempt.
Kami F. reviewed Why I Jumped: My True Story of Postpartum Depression, Dramatic Rescue & Return to Hope on
This was an absolutely encouraging and inspiring memoir of a woman who came back from the deepest depths of depression, and how her collective community, and her faith in Christ, supported her through it.
This is, by far, one of the best memoirs of depression I have read. Her story is understandable, and her message is clear. Kudos to Ms. Zahn for being so transparent, AND for picking an excellent author to work with in creating such an intimate book.
If I could make it to the bridge, the pain would stop. I just had to make it to the bridge, and the hopelessness would end. It became a refrain, running over and over in my head as I raced down the highway: Make it to the bridge, and the pain will end. It's hopeless. Just wanna die. Make it to the bridge.
When I finally reached the highest point of Tower Drive Bridge, I pulled over and stopped the car. I was so calm, so sure. I knew this was the right thing to do, and there was peace as I opened the door, stepped out, and walked around my car toward the guardrail.
As I reached the concrete barrier, I heard someone calling out to me.
I ignored him as I took a deep breath...and jumped.