It all started upside down. My therapist had said it was the only way to get rid of my depression, so there I was hanging like a wet noodle from a rope. The blood had started to rush to my brain after a couple minutes of the mind-numbing suspension, but I was, at that point, willing to do just about anything. I was desperate for an answer. An answer I had been seeking for so long that I was, crazy as it may sound, open to anything.

With some effort I checked my watch and counted down the remaining seconds. 10. 9. 8.. My torture for the day was nearing completion 5.4.3.. The door creaked open just then, interrupting my process.

“Miss O’ Connel?” Came a stunned, yet familiar voice, “What are you doing?”