Some coins are bought. Others are found when needed them most.

Mark, one of our customers, reached out with this powerful personal story — of loss, rediscovery, and the quiet strength he found in a small piece of metal.

This isn’t a sales story.
It’s Mark’s story — and maybe, a piece of yours too.

We’re honored to share his words here:

I didn’t buy the Invictus Coin because I thought it looked cool.

I bought it because, for a while, I honestly didn’t know who I was anymore.

Last year was… brutal. I went through a divorce, I lost my job of 14 years, and for the first time in my life, I looked in the mirror and saw someone I didn’t recognize.
Not because I had changed — but because I had stopped trying.

I woke up with heaviness. I stopped training. I drank too much. I stopped dreaming.

The one night, the words came back to me.

I was scrolling through my phone, half-distracted, when I saw a quote that made me stop cold:

“I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.”

I knew those words. Invictus.
I first heard them in college, when I was full of fire and idealism and thought I’d conquer the world.
Back then, they felt like a dare. Now… they felt like a lifeline.

I needed a reminder I could feel.

I didn’t want a poster or a screen saver. I didn’t want another app or email telling me to be “mindful.”

I needed something solid. Something that felt like a pact with myself — the version of me I had abandoned, but not forgotten.

That’s how I found the Invictus Coin from EDC Reminder Coins.

When it arrived, I didn’t expect much. But when I opened it… I felt it.
The weight. The sharp detail. The quote pressed deep into the metal.
Not engraved — struck. As if it was meant to be carried.

On one side:
“I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.”

On the other:
“My head is bloody, but unbowed.”

I stared at those words for a long time. It became my anchor.

I started carrying it in my pocket — every day.

Some days I’d touch it during a hard call. Some days I’d hold it before going to sleep, just to remind myself: you’re still in this.

One morning, I left it on my nightstand — and felt off all day.

It wasn’t a lucky charm. It was something deeper: a daily agreement.
A quiet nudge to stay in the fight. To choose discipline. To choose presence. To choose me.

I'm still rebuilding - but I'm not lost anymore.

Life didn’t magically fix itself. But it started to move.

I got back to the gym. I launched a freelance project I’d been putting off for years.
I showed up for my kids with more clarity.
And I started trusting my own voice again — even when it shakes.

There’s a difference between motivation and memory.
Motivation fades. But a memory you carry in your hand — that stays.

That’s what the Invictus Coin became for me. A way to remember what I promised myself in the dark — when no one else was watching.

And if you’ve ever felt lost, stuck, broken, or uncertain…
Maybe it can be that reminder for you too.

→ See the Invictus Coin