Eastern Mediterranean

Can a human's will be repaired that no longer connects him to life? I am that human. No, I am not a human, the prison in its early days tried to kill my body. I did not imagine that I could endure all they did, but I endured. My will alone was the one that received the blows, and responded with angry looks and silence. And I remained like that. I was not intimidated, I did not retreat: cold water, let it be. Suspension for seven days, let it be. Threats of killing and shooting around me scattered, let it be. It was my will that resisted. Now, what remains in me or of me?