Kim Salabim

I feel like there is just no room for my depression anywhere in my group of friends, family or elsewhere. I just feel like I’m bothering them, or make them worry, or make them irritated that it doesn’t seem to get better. So this feels like coming out: I feel really bad most of the time, and I want to stop it, but it’s very hard…

Should I already start planning this? I was also thinking of not writing a novel but a book about my life with pictures and anecdotes from my friends and family…

I am proud of the poem I wrote for my grandmother, which moved her and me alike.

I am proud of the way I am with animals, and that I get along well with them.

I am proud of knowing so many songs by heart.

I am proud of knowing some plants by their smell and birds by their song.