Two hands that are not mine

"Let's start with some bridges, shall we", Emma announces energetically. As she talks us through the exercise, lying on her back, knees up, and pushing her hips up in the air, my heart sinks. I feel sticky all over my skin as I lie down and lift my hips. I take long deep breaths, relax my shoulders and focus on the ceiling. I'm here and now, just doing some awkward yoga positions, that's all. Then suddenly, V, who abused me so many years ago and has haunted me since, is there... CONTINUE READING