The Bell Jar
By Sylvia Plath
It is sad to see such a talented, gifted woman suffer from a mental state that tortures her. At the same time, it made me wonder about the role darkness and depression play in the creative mind. I wonder how we can allow those elements to remain part of the individual but without ruining her rather than medicate our way to artificial "happiness" as our society seems inclined to do these days. It seems any measure of depression or unexplained sadness is unacceptable and reason for medication but clearly those mindsets exist for a reason and seem to often go hand in hand with creative genius.