Don’t Cry, Daddy’s Here
by Brinda Carey
by Brinda CareyBrinda Carey’s first 22 years were an unimaginable hell – unimaginable, that is, to those of you who haven’t had your own version of that hell. Sexual abuse and manipulation by a monstrous father and a descent into the emotional wasteland of promiscuity are just two of the hallmarks of that inferno.
Can anyone ever recover from unrelenting sexual and emotional abuse at the hands of her parents? Brinda Carey did. Her message of hope and renewal is for every abuse survivor living alone with her pain – and it’s for everyone who wishes to know about the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love and forgiveness.
Product details
ASIN: B005SZ152O
Publisher: Blue Morpho Press; 2nd edition (April 1, 2013)
Publication date: April 1, 2013
Language: English
File size: 921 KB
Text-to-Speech : Enabled
Enhanced typesetting: Enabled
X-Ray: Enabled
Word Wise: Enabled
Print length: 209 pages
Lending: Enabled
🧡🧡🧡🧡🖤 (4 out of 5 hearts)
Sometimes, I go through periods where I read books on sexual abuse back to back. Usually, I don’t, but when my mind goes to dark places, it’s the only thing that seems to soothe it… knowing that I wasn’t the only one who went through the things I did when I was younger helps somehow; strength in numbers and all that, right? Sometimes, it’s just good to know I’m not alone and that other people can relate to the things I suffered through.
And then I get ahold of books like this that show me how mind-numbingly horrible people can be and how some have suffered through even more than I have. It’s humbling, eye-opening, and heartbreaking all at once.
My eyes widened with each chapter; this is one of the few books I have read more than once. Unfortunately, it is also deceptively short—half the book seems to be the story, while the other half is various filler information, like addresses, phone numbers, and Bible verses.
This brings me to the heavy religious aspects of the books and the one reason I only gave this four stars instead of five. I’m… not religious, and I don’t have anything against any religion or anyone who chooses to follow one, but in this book, I felt like I was being preached at repeatedly while she was telling her story. If you read it, you’ll see what I mean. It wasn’t enough to make me quit reading, but it was like a fly constantly buzzing around me while I was trying to immerse myself in her memories.
My heart goes out to the author, and reading her story helped me in ways I wasn’t expecting when I added this to my Kindle Unlimited library. I almost didn’t because of the cover (shallow reason, I know), but I’m glad I did…
If you want to read it yourself, you can find it on Kindle Unlimited here.
