It is bittersweet to be reading the journals of Sylvia Plath, for numerous reasons, one stating the obvious how her journals are published without her consent and the brutally heartbreaking abrupt ending to her life.
Reading through her journal entries, I feel an awakening in my soul. I feel less alone. I feel seen by a woman who is no more nor I never met.. which makes me wonder how many of us out there are there? Both who have passed and are still present.
My other account where I am currently more active ❤️





