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Vivus: The Sick Freaking Nightmares of the Amazing CPAPman!

Available on Amazon in paperback and eBook. Vivus; the Back Story is meant for mature audiences. Not suitable for persons under 18 years of age. Suicide, violence and adult themes.

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I've done it. No recollection of how I did it, but I'm dead. I'm not buried or crushed or struggling. I'm just dead. I'm lying there motionless in the dark. At least I think I'm lying down. I don't feel anything. I can't see anything. Total darkness. I can't hear anything. Nothing. No ringing in my ears and I think for a moment even that would be nice. Total silence. No breathing. No heartbeat. No voice. I panic and shout out for help. No voice. No breath to push the words. I reach for my face. No hands. No feeling. I start to cry. No tears. Nothing.

I think something terrible has happened. What has happened to me? Then I realize I'm dreaming. I must be dreaming. But nothing is happening. What am I dreaming? Is it possible to dream nothing? I think it's time to wake up now! But nothing. I think WAKE UP! Nothing. I think. I think. It's all I can do. The thought condenses. I am. There is nothing else, but I am.

What am I? What have I become? I am me. But what does that mean? The nightmare truly begins with the thought, "Who was I?" And I remember my last day. I was miserable. It was Mother’s Day. And I was miserable. So upset with myself. I was such a failure, such a loser, a nothing, a nobody and such a burden to those who loved me. I remember the regret, the sorrow, the pain both in my body and in my soul. I couldn't let it go. And then I remember like the breaking of silent thunder. I asked God for this. I wanted to be dead. I actually prayed to be dead. But I am. Everything is gone. But I am. No more pain in my knees and back. No more ringing in my ears. No more asthma. No more headaches. No more anything. But I am. I try not to think. I try not to remember all that was. But I am.

And then the most terrifying thought of all. What's next? Nothing. Silence. What happens next? What have I done? This is ugly. Regret. Fear. Loss.

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