If this was the last page of your autobiography, not even 'I am free'

I often say that if this was the last page of your autobiography, and the pen just stopped or the keyboard just stopped typing. Nothing more to write, what even one last, I am free. Not even that, not even one last, I got it finally, nothing. You just lost all the sense of identity. And nothing you can say about yourself, no longer, is like the truth. Not even are you okay with this? Because usually I ask that you are okay with this, but not even that, just stop. Big sentence. Nothing to report, nothing to complain, no more interpretation of any feeling.