I had it all from the outside looking in. Cozy house, pretty family, church goers through and through. But I wasn't happy. Wasn't happy. No not at all. I was drowning, drowning, in the thing called life. Discontentment turned to sadness to anxiety to depression. Freedom turned to imprisonment. Heaven became hell. Life began to give into death. A failed attempt at suicide shook the cage. Opened the eyes. Started the long bumpy road. Counseling. Therapy. Pills. All prescribed. But none of it began to work until I made a choice. I chose to make an attempt at life. Now five years later, I trudge on. I'm glad that I failed in order to get a fresh start. Now I am happy. Content. Even a success. All because of one failure that led to the rest of my life.