" Emptiness is such a familiar yet terrifying sensation for me, scorched into my physical memory so deep it drags me backward through time to when it wasn't in my power to feed myself. A time when I and no money, a time when I was alone even when my mother was with me. A time in which I couldn't make myself loveable and I didn't know to love. A time when it seemed as if I was never going to fill the deep all encompassing void in my soul. "

― Araminta Hall , Our Kind of Cruelty