We just started reading The Bell Jar in my textual analysis class, and I feel like Sylvia Plath/Esther Greenwood is narrating my college experience in so. many. ways.
It probably doesn’t help that a woman I’m super close to and admire asked me today (because of my trip to the mountains and whatnot) if I’m manic.
I’ve never thought myself to be manic. I don’t generally have a happy medium with moods. I go from extremely happy, to nothing at all, or blocking out sadness. I feel that’s normal in some ways though, right?
I wonder - if someone were to know all my thoughts and such, analyze them, how crazy they would think I am, if I’m crazy, or what the outcome would be.