Anger has always been a driving force, literally. It even comes out in the creation of my car. My anger is what's got the fire under my butt to get it back to it's fighting trim again. It's a race bred car, from the factory it was street legal, but not meant for the street. No turn signals, no windshield wipers, no horns or anything. (I added all those things myself since it was my daily driver) and my anger at some local street racers has me wanting to show them what a RACE car is. (It won't be on a street, it will be on a legal strip just like a fight should be kept in a ring. An event at the Sonic burger joint in my old stomping grounds woke me up to what is really at stake racing on public roads)

A wise man once told me that I can't be broken as long as I know who I am, and lately I have had a lot of doubt about that. I have meditated on every facet of my own personality, like, dislike, interest, and for every answer I find more questions. Eventually I think mentally and emotionally I overloaded and shut down and stopped thinking about it completely.
But the first step, and the one that I'm sure will be the hardest, is to forgive myself. As Ozzy Ozborne once said "The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me. It just won't leave me alone. I still find it all a mystery, could it be a dream? The road to nowhere leads to me."

Thanks for having faith in me, one thing i have learned in life is when one person has faith in someone who doesn't seem to have faith in themselves the faith of that one person can be like a pilot light in the furnace of the other person's soul. When the down and out is ready and willing the thurmustat turns on the gas and the fire lights back up.