In the modern era, mental illness has become more socially acceptable to talk about. If you have an issue, you can publicly share your experiences on the internet or with a therapist and open a healthy dialogue. It's cathartic to know that it's no longer stigmatized, that you're seen as an outsider for not being as happy as everyone else. Sure, one still feels that separation in their own personal life, but it feels like there are resources to make you feel less alone.
One of those resources has been reading the works of Sylvia Plath, whose poetry alone confronts morbid subject matter in a quiet to better understand herself. She brings the reader in, asking them to understand her struggles. Of course, nowhere is that truer than in her lone novel, "The Bell Jar," published a few months before her suicide. While the book has a sense of humor, there is staggering attention paid to how one experiences depression in their life. There's an honesty that is unparalleled, written with intricate word choices that enhance the emotional response. By the end, we understand what it's like to live with grief, not in clinical terms, but something more personal. It's a masterpiece of self-evaluation, making one see the world through a prism not often seen It's accessible in its tragedy and makes one hope for the best.