I feel like my body is turning against me.

Starting with my mind. Ending in my esophagus, scarred and burned with bile.

I woke up last night because I couldn't breathe. I was choking and my throat was burning and I thought that was it for me.

It wasn't.

Now I'm making the most boring note of it here. Leaving out the fear and the flashes and the worried bouts of panic that kept waking me up.

If you're not dead, you're alive.
I guess I'm alive.