*Content Warning for abuse, sexual coercion, suicidal ideation “Rebecca, any other guy would have beat you by now.” Inhale for 4 seconds. “We should both kill ourselves.” Hold for 4 seconds. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Exhale for 6 seconds. “Why are you still upset? I haven't yelled at you in 3 days.” Now onto the next exercise. “Oh, do I have to visit you at the ER? I am going to be busy hanging out with my friend.” Lie on your back comfortably. “Oh, do I have to babysit you agai

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When sixty thousand people from the North-West of England marched and danced to brass bands in their Sunday best on the sixteenth of...