If you've ever felt stuck in life, you'll know what it feels like to second-guess yourself, overthink everything and wonder where your confidence went. Believe Able is for you.

A practical, easy-to-follow self-help toolkit for self-discovery and emotional awareness, created to help you move past begin building a brand new you from the inside out. It gives you space to pause, reflect, and realign with self-belief, clarity, and a renewed sense of direction when you're feeling lost or overwhelmed.

Inside, you'll find:

• A step-by-step structure that builds physical, emotional, and spiritual momentum
• Exercises to reframe beliefs and support positive mindset shifts
• Diagrams and visual aids that make complex ideas easier to grasp
• Journalling space to explore personal insights and responses
• Techniques drawn from emotional coaching and real-world experience

Believe Able isn't about becoming someone else or faking a 'better' version of you. It's about becoming more of your true self - creating space to reflect, reset, and take one step, then another, from stuck to unstoppable. It will lead you to who, where, what, why and how you want to BE. And whatever you want to turn your mind to you will be BE ABLE. Something you can believe in, and a version of your true self that others will regard as BelieveAble and authentic.

I’ve been told it’s only fair to include something about the author. I’m always slightly wary of biographies, mainly because you either miss something crucial or overshare and regret it later. So, with that in mind, and at the risk of missing something, here are just a few
of the highlights.

Born on 1 June 1968, Christened Russell Wayne Turner the middle child of three children, and I grew up in Long Hanborough, a village that felt like a small universe of freedom. My childhood home was full of music and laughter. My mum, Marlyn, was a singer and encouraged creativity as if it were as natural as breathing. My dad was the sporty one. A former boxer. A proper all-rounder: football, cricket, tennis, swimming. He was known as “Big John” in the village, and back in Oxford where he grew up. He’d been a member of the Balliol Boys’ Club, helped run the local football side, and encouraged me, my brother, and my sister to all get involved in sport. So yes, our house had music and muddy boots. With a big extended family network nearby, it felt like a time to play, explore, and get away with a level of freedom that probably wouldn’t make it past today’s safeguarding forms. And yes, it was also full of me and my brother fighting, as brothers do.

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