One of the things I noticed when I got to Kaitlyn’s apartment for the first time the day of her death, was a book on her table in front of her couch entitled “The Bell Jar” by Sylvia Plath. Also a book of poems by her. For those who don’t know, Sylvia Plath wrote of her depression and suicide attempt in her book. She was also a brilliant person and the book goes through the depths of her depression. After the book was published, Sylvia Plath killed herself. I always knew the kind of books Kaitlyn read and to my knowledge, she never read things like that. That is no book someone should read while depressed. I know, I’ve read it. I could tell it was a new book, and had seen where she had just purchased it very recently. Makes me pause for thought.
I’m just thinking out loud for all the world to see. I don’t know why, or why of much of anything anymore.