The book crosses my mind daily, in one way or another, as I have been reading it. It was quite a time coming for me to start it. Now I'm listening to it and absorbing about half. And go back and read it to absorb the rest. It's painful. It makes me cry. I'm at the beginning of all this. Sort of.
I’m 49. Others mentioned in this book are young, and it sounds like Brian Martin himself was young when he finally understood and recovered. That puts a hole in my heart.
The title does not fit the good hearted message and encouragement he is trying to get across. For those who are trying to understand where all of the feelings, sadness, hurt, quilt, shame, self hate, and on... Invincible is Brian Martin and the others mentioned in this book. It was likely a very long hard road to get there.
It has disoriented me and I struggle to get through it. My mind keeps going back to the title. Why can not I? lingers in my thoughts. I'm fearful and sad aware I may never understand. Live. Bring happiness to others. Have friends. Live rather than just sucking oxygen. On bad days.
I'm getting through it though And taking the bits and pieces that help me now, in the present.
There's more good than bad about this book. I was freaking out searching and searching for something on what I went through so I could understand it even if it was just a little bit. This is the first one I've come across. I can relate a little. a little is so much better than not relating at all.
It would have really helped if this was the second or third book in a series that he wrote. It would have made a good ending for people recovering.
Thank you Brian Martin for writing it and taking the initiative to reach out.
It was engaging and well told. Heavy subject matter. The author's take on the childhood pain that makes us strong and "invincible" was inspiring, but came off as a bit childlike to me.