Dead

Once again, I died, knowing that I cannot actually. I have movement now, slowly but surely. The loss is painful, the process more, the acceptance is even worse. I have lowered my BP, not slept yet, but apparently,  sounding better. I can look at screens, make coherent statements and that gives me hope. This madness ends this time, this devil dies this week. I now know your name and your form. Watch me watch you. I understand we all go through it. My form will stick, my freedom is guaranteed  now.