If I could rewind my life to four years ago, and I had $100,000 to fix the problems I had/have, I would decide to continue to live. That would be my better place.
I could have managed my depression and anxiety better and not let them warp my mind into making the decisions that destroyed my life beyond repair, which just gives the depression and anxiety that much more weight, which leads to more bad decisions....
As you can guess, the cycle continues, and since the solution to live is not possible, I am choosing death before the cycle spins me right into the brick wall that is the psych ward, prison, and/or homelessness. I know it can still get worse from there and it fucking terrifies me.
Realistically, I will be dead within the next three months, because I have regretted every day that I am still alive, and it is all downhill from here.
Alternative Answer:
When I was five, without having any way of knowing to do this or why, I would have screamed at my parents to take me to a fucking therapist, ask me what is going on in my life, and put me on medication, because it is not normal for a kid to cry and feel terrified all the time. I know they love me, but things could have gone so differently, and it is difficult to not feel like I was set up for failure from day one.