Erica

“Hades

Where we go when he closes my eyes
and under what country;
some blue darkness, farther from hell;
a landscape of absense and root and stone.

There are no bodies here,
we dream shapeless dreams--
a constant, cloudless storm.

Mother, I'll never wake up from him.
I have already traveled too far.
My mouth is the color of his mouth
and his arms are no longer his arms;
they're mute as smoke, as my first white dress,
and the spear of his name, once ferocious,
dissolves on my tongue
like sugar, like birdsong, I whisper it:
Hades”
― Cecilia Woloch

“The problem with this is that if we beat ourselves up after a mistake, we add shame onto the guilt and frustration that we already feel about our mistake. That guilt and frustration can be helpful in moving us forward, but shame...shame keeps us stuck. It's a paralyzing emotion. When we get caught in a shame spiral, we tend to make more of the same kinds of mistakes that caused us shame in the first place".”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“Church is a beautiful, peaceful, three-hour weekly reprieve from the place I hate most: home.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“Mom didn’t get better. But I will.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died