I can relate to my humble beginings to my current situation, so that is where I will start.. With life and agony.  This world I live on, any world populated with life period really, is a constant struggle for survival. 

"Life is hard; it's even harder when you're stupid." -John Wayne

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Agony wracked my body, it consumed mind as my body forced life into itself for the umpteenth thousandth time.  I was unaware of this number as this sensation of pain and agony was my first moment of clarity I can recall, even with a mind as sharp as mine I can recall no moment before this one.  With every fiber of my being I was utterly consumed by a single thought.

Pain.

You can rest assured you have never or ever will be as pained as I was in that moment, my husk of a body literally eating itself to the point I cannot even move properly to feed myself.  I literally chewed rocks and swallowed dirt just to ease my stomach pains, but there was no nutrition to be had from this and I was merely prolonging my own suffering, although I did not know this at the time.  If I could do things over I would certainly have let myself die much sooner but a body instinctivly clings to life and refused to submit to the wisdom of clarity.

It took me nine more days before I died, I would have died from dehydration but it rained on the fifth day and my little hole I made from eating rocks, worms and bugs that crossed my path made a muddy puddle to slake my thirst.. I damn that puddle with every fiber of my being.

After death, in my case, the ceasing of bodily function my ability to heal goes into overdrive.  I could explain how it works but this will come in due time, for now remain in ignorance as I was.  No point in spoiling all the details in the beginning.  Regardless, I fell into a blissful state of death until I awoke some untold hours later, completely repaired and I mean I was reborn flawless aside from the dirt I rested on with only a dull ache in my stomach.  That hunger ever persistant and whatever had happened certainly did not curb the effect.

The hunger was the first thing that got me going, not knowing any better and being as stupid as a newborn I found out quite quickly that I had no idea how to operate my own body.  I was not an infant, I feel I should mention that by the time I awoke to concious thought I had already grown to my adult form.  So with the strength of an adult I flopped around inarticulately for several hours figuring out how each and every one of my limbs worked.  By the time night fell I was thoroughly exhausted but I had established how to crawl around on my hands and knees and had set out on exploring my immeadiate area with the level of interest only a newborn could have.

It might even be considered cute, because nothing says adorable more than a drooling, dirt covered, naked mess.  I could feel the hunger pangs growing as I crawled around and I recognized several bugs that had wandered past me during my awakening and recalling that agonizing pain of hunger I proceeded to stuff myself with the bugs, handfulls of dirt and whatever else I could stuff down my awaiting maw.  While I was certainly satisfied for the moment I settled in to position on the ground to enjoy my full stomach.

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Ignorance is not bliss.  An educated mind would have noted that despite the fact a whole body was sitting unmoving in a forest there was nothing eating this perfectly free meal.  I did not in fact wake up ONLY hungry.  I woke up being eaten alive although I simply did not know it at the time.  My skin is quite durable almost leathery like a lizard or a snake but smoother like that a human.  Bugs could not eat the outside of me.  While I had been dormant a particularily feirce bug had dominated its own territory, the few miles around my corpse.  I was the ultimate breeding ground for these little bastards.

They had a particularily unique method for fighting off predators.  They carry their eggs on their body, under their shells and when you eat them and your stomach acids melt the chitonus shell they release their young to infest you.  No animals came here to eat because eating something might risk swallowing one of these bugs.  I had eaten to my hearts content, fat and happy.

I died three days later, screaming in agony, vomiting and bleeding internally until these things did enough damage to drive me into smashing my own skull against the nearest rock ending my misery and allow them to eat their way out.

I awoke with a healthy new respect for these insects and crawled as far as I could get.  Life was torture for several weeks as I learned the hard way each new lesson, sleeping with my head in the dirt to prevent them from climbing into my mouth while I slept.  I ate bark, roots, plants and other small vegitation, worms and the like and died repeatedly in various ways.  It took me almost two weeks to crawl out of the bug's territory leaving them to find a new breeding ground with a primal, inborn fear of all insects.

In fact I had found a veritable paradise after I left the bug territory behind me, the chirping of birds and other small insects, new smells and sights to take in with a clear foundation to warrent caution in all new things.  Despite everything I still had no concept of death or even the fact I was dying, just that there was excessive pain when you do certain activities or eat certain things.  My excellerated healing process meant I recover from heavy falls, sprains and other detrimental physical ailments in seconds.  My recovery speed was intermittent, healing me in seconds sometimes and other times it takes all day.  I had yet to tie it to nourishment and the hunger itself was so distracting it drove me to think of little else.

I found a decent spot of soft grass near a lake and promptly fell asleep.  One of my few nights of peaceful rest, easing into the new status quo of not suffering debilitating cramps I scrounged a few bits of food I had dubbed safe enough not to cripple me and was moderately saitiating.  Drank from my newfound watering hole and basicly enjoyed several days of this until I had fallen into complacency of my meager existance.  Each day I ranged a bit further to find new food until one day I awoke to something new, it was a sound I had not heard before and I felt my body tighten the sound was somehow low but loud enough to be threatening even worse there were several of these sounds.

"Grrr..." it accompanied a set of yellow eyes, attached to a four legged creature covered in hair.  There were eleven of them and the biggest of them was tall enough to reach my throat, the smallest easily outweighing me by at least a hundred pounds.