Silent Abuse, Control
This book is for women all over the world. Silent Abuse is rampant in many homes despite culture, religion, or economic status. So many individuals, especially women, are subject to abuse through control. It is silent because the bruises are in the heart, and in the mind. Control is often attached to verbal, and even physical abuse- but it does not have to be. This book shares stories based on true events shared with me over the years by women from all kinds of educational and family backgrounds. Each story captures control in action, and highlights the traumatizing results it can led to over time. This book goes farther than that though, it goes on to tell of victories and overcomings where healthy living environments and relationships were restored. God has His hand on each person working all things out for good.
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