This isn't a story about happily ever after. This is a composition about rage, disciple and deep inner work. Its raw. It will probably make you cry. It might make you scream. It might bring up everything deep, dark and twisted that you may feel inside. Some of it will make you feel uncomfortable. Most of it will bring you nothing but burning rage. Many of you can relate to this story. Maybe not verbatim - but the underling core. The betrayal. The hurt. The condescending feelings. The self-doubt. The withdraw. The stone wall. But it will be an enlightenment. There will is a light at the tunnel. I am survivor. I am a thriver. Every day I evolve and choose disciple. I choose me. I choose to heal and be better. I choose to want to uplift myself despite all my wrong doings. But most days I want to choose rage. Most days I do see red. My bar exists in hell. But I'm here to tell you it is okay to feel those feelings. I am here to tell you that you are not alone. I am here to share a story that will hopefully help you walk in your truth. So, walk this path of light, fuel by vision with me.