the unabridged journals of sylvia plath

just a few pages in and interestingly (amusingly) enough i’ve learned life didn’t spare sylvia from situationships. she’s literally also just a girl.

her writing, her thoughts, her musings, and expression — it‘s like looking into a mirror. the bell jar was a favorite, specifically the fig tree analogy, it spoke to me at a time in my life i needed to be seen the most. i can’t believe i never read her journals before, but i believe in divine timing. i was meant to read it now because once again im at a phase in my life where i needed to be seen, and she sees me.