Dear God... it's me again: Hope I'm not being a nuisance

For a long time I thought of emotional abuse as the ‘poor relation’ in comparison to physical, and/or sexual abuse. Then I realised something. Powerfully. Bruises fade, bones mend, even if they leave some deformity. Tissues repair, although they might leave physical scars – but underneath is the very real emotional abuse which accompanied the action against them.Whether a child, a wife, husband or grandparent is battered; a girl, woman, boy or man is sexually molested… what stays with them down through the years is the damage to their emotions.The mind holds memories, re-plays the fears, often shackling and mutilating their lives.In that regard, I was lucky. I only had emotional abuse to deal with.The main part of this book is an account, in the form of letters to God, of my journey from being an insecure victim of emotional abuse, though the identification and recovery process, to emotional healing.The letters are not contrived. They are an actual diary of discovery. It is underpinned by my belief, (scriptures quoted) that Jesus came to seek and save that which was lost.