White Heat

**The Story Behind White Heat**

I nearly didn't write White Heat.

It comes from a really personal place — one I wasn't sure I was ready to share. Because at the heart of it is anger. Raw, unfiltered anger that I didn't understand at the time and couldn't explain.

My wife had passed away. And in the same breath as the grief came something I wasn't prepared for — shame. Anger. A tangle of emotions I had no name for. She had left me. Not by choice. But she was gone. And I was still here with two children, trying to hold everything together.

She was the foundation of our family. The person who sorted everything out. The one who made it possible for me to go to work, to pursue a career, to be who I was. Within seven hours, she was gone.

In the blink of an eye.

I don't think people say this out loud — not even behind closed doors. The anger. The frustration. The part of grief that doesn't look like grief at all. I bottled it up and went straight into survival mode. Making sure the kids were okay. Keeping things moving. While behind the scenes, I was slowly breaking.

Four years later, I did break.

And I got the help I didn't know I needed.

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*White Heat*

I wanted

to set the world

on fire.

Burn down forests.

Watch the sea

boil.

End it.

Rage —

pure,

white-hot

rage.

I didn't know

I had that

in me.

The emotion

blew the doors off,

exposing

the driver

abandonment.

She left me.

I know —

it wasn't her choice.

An illness

she fought

for so long.

But a part of me,

ashamed,

felt

left behind.

Lost.

Angry.

And not yet

ready

to forgive myself

for feeling it.

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White Heat appears in *Not All Pain Screams* — Book One of the NAPS series. Six books. One honest journey through grief, identity, fatherhood, and finding your way back to yourself.

Book One publishes June 2026.

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