Let’s Talk About Suicide.

Hetti writes with insight and penetrating question on the subject of suicide and how it is seen.

The Triumphant Weed

On February the 11th 1963, the poet and novelist, Sylvia Plath took her own life. Her two children, Frieda and Nicholas were upstairs in their beds, as their beloved mother, downstairs, put her head in the oven and removed herself irrevocably from their lives. We know Plath struggled with mental illness, perhaps none more so than in her critically acclaimed novel, The Bell Jar. She found mental illness to be a horrific and hellish, something outside of herself, acting upon her, something bleak and treacherous of which she had no control over, as she so eloquently says “Wherever I sat – on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok – I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”

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In death, Plath became a tragic heroine (or a feminist martyr, depends on your perspective). The…

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