I’m not sure this is the best place to post - and if it needs moving, let me know. This will be long.
This morning on my run I saw a man climb to the other side of a motorway bridge. As soon as he saw me he panicked and climbed back over. I stopped and asked if he was okay - he didn’t speak to me but walked on so I hung around a bit and then walked with him. He went in the opposite direction to me so I went home, called 101 and reported it. Out the window I saw him again, going back towards the bridge - ran out and tried to talk to him again. Again, he walked away. He just looked utterly despondent - not drunk or anything, just not in his own body.
I can’t stop thinking about it and checking traffic reports and knowing I didn’t do enough. Almost a year to the day I was in exactly the same position and luckily was taken to hospital before any severe damage was done. It feels like a punch to the stomach whenever I think about it and the way his face looked. Trying to talk to Dh about it but he can’t understand why it’s affected me so much as it’s ‘nothing to do with [me]’.