Anne Thériault á það til að skrifa betur um þunglyndi en nokkur annar.

Hér er Growing Season:

“My second impulse was to throw the plants out and start again, the way I desperately wished I could start again on myself. I decided that I would dump them in the garbage when no one was looking, and plant another window sill nursery, except this time I would do everything perfectly. What, exactly, I meant by “perfectly” was incredibly vague, and the only item on the to-do list of how to be perfect was “accept zero mistakes”.”

gutsmagazine.ca/growing-season/