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Please Help Me (ebook) by Davy, Joan
Davy, Joan

Please Help Me ebook

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When I was 4 I remember walking on paving stones: avoiding the cracks, living in the moment with a nice clear mind. Grandma looked after me while my mother worked.When I was 7 life changed when my mother married someone she hardly knew. I am taken to hell to live with them. I believe in hell. It was at Number 34. There was no grown-up to stop the deluge of abuse. A blanket is thrown over my mind …
When I was 4 I remember walking on paving stones: avoiding the cracks, living in the moment with a nice clear mind. Grandma looked after me while my mother worked.When I was 7 life changed when my mother married someone she hardly knew. I am taken to hell to live with them. I believe in hell. It was at Number 34. There was no grown-up to stop the deluge of abuse. A blanket is thrown over my mind and I hide under it. Worry and anxiety have seeped into my soul and there they stay.At sixteen I think I have been clever to get pregnant so I can marry and get away but I am trapped. I worry about what is happening with my half-sisters.At twenty my mind is not coping and I urgently need someone to help me but there is still no one to turn to. Thats the day a visitor enters my kitchen and lets me see something beyond my wildest imagination.Can I tell you about it?Every word is true.Through my future life struggles I am told I can contact the visitor for help anytime. And I do. Often.
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Authors Davy, Joan (author)
Publisher Xlibris AU
Published 24.05.2013
Length 163 pages
Genres BG
Language English
Format epub
DRM LCP
ISBN 9781483622217

When I was 4 I remember walking on paving stones: avoiding the cracks, living in the moment with a nice clear mind. Grandma looked after me while my mother worked.When I was 7 life changed when my mother married someone she hardly knew. I am taken to hell to live with them. I believe in hell. It was at Number 34. There was no grown-up to stop the deluge of abuse. A blanket is thrown over my mind and I hide under it. Worry and anxiety have seeped into my soul and there they stay.At sixteen I think I have been clever to get pregnant so I can marry and get away but I am trapped. I worry about what is happening with my half-sisters.At twenty my mind is not coping and I urgently need someone to help me but there is still no one to turn to. Thats the day a visitor enters my kitchen and lets me see something beyond my wildest imagination.Can I tell you about it?Every word is true.Through my future life struggles I am told I can contact the visitor for help anytime. And I do. Often.