Each failure only left me feeling more hopeless and lost. I was trapped in a cycle of despair, unable to find a way out. It was as if the universe itself was telling me that my time had not yet come and that there was still a purpose for me to fulfill. Every attempt I made to take my own life was met with failure. But those failures ultimately led me to a newfound sense of purpose and hope. I am still here, still standing, and still fighting. And for that, I am eternally grateful.