I enjoy self help books that actually have something to teach, I am quickly bored with hype filled bullshit. This book that I am about to reread, is the be all end all of self help books in my opinion. There are two kinds of people that read self help books, those who want the help and those who want to brag about reading them. I use them as tools..I consider myself relatively self aware but realize that I can always be a better me.
That said, I have been holding myself back and I see this but felt powerless to make big sweeping changes until recently..but I still felt that weight of something in me disagreeing with my purposeful evolution.
One review on Raptitude.com later I find myself on Amazon.com, ordering it. I read the first half the night I got it and fell in love with the tone and realism in the delivery. He’s no holds barred, punch in the gut blunt throughout. It was refreshing, until it got to the parts that were the reason I, wanted and feared, reading this book. Facing the music of my own bullshit for one, and another more fresh pain, losing someone I loved dearly. So for several days I eyed the book on the chair..not picking it up – almost flirting with the thoughts of facing that pain that looks like a mountain.. To find that no..it won’t get better, that will always hurt. But the very same words that made me bawl, gave me clarity, words that I could not find, pain that I couldn’t name.
“..they are not the only ones that die: you die, too. The person you were when you were with them is gone just as surely as they are. This is what you should know about losing someone you love. They do not travel alone. You go with them.”
I like my epiphanies blunt, I don’t want to dig through flowers to get to the meat of it. Serve it up, let me swallow it and go on. This book does that. If you have ever lost a friend because they told you the truth, this book is not for you. It’s an in your face, smack you silly, deal with your shit because you have shit to do, serious book.
The candor in his style makes it not at all condescending, it’s like talking to that friend whose known you since you were 12 that you trust implicitly to give you time to feel your pain but then swiftly assist you in slapping yourself back to reality if you, for some lie to yourself reason, can’t.
This review was posted in May of 2013 on Goodreads and as I just reread it, that quote gave me chills, a lump in my throat and a threatening tear in the corner of my eye. This one was a whammy y’all. Not for the faint of heart.