Not many things make me angry these days. .

But nowadays I use anger as a force for good. .

Because when I’m angry, I’m moving, ahead. I’m charging and full of energy to confront and resolve th very thing that angered me. .

Someone, today, made a perceptive call on my character and insinuated I’ve accepted failure on something... based on my calm, cool and quiet exterior. .

What they don’t know is the resilience it takes to display that. .

Here’s what I said, to myself, quietly in my head... .

When you’ve walked in my shoes, through my life, lived in my head or taken a stroll down my memory lane... and survived... or better yet, thrived - then you have licence to pass comment (and I’ll happily accept what you’re saying) on what / who you think I am. Go ahead and cast judgement on this book by it’s cover alone... I dare you. .

Not many would have the capability to read the first page without physical + mental health professionals picking them up off the floor or taking a few years recovery to regain their strength. .

I carry a load that many would buckle under. Judge my cover, my cool exterior, I dare you again ... because, what you don’t know... is that I wrote this book, and rewrote it several times. .

I’m here (in one piece) to prove it... with more than you’ll ever have or ever be able to overcome. .

Don’t tell me who I am, I’ll show you the strength I have to RISE, above you, and it all and overcome it, and you, like an insignificant obstacle. .

Watch me, because I do it every day... every single day. .