The Bell Jar

     I read Sylvia Plath's, "The Bell Jar" recently.  It's a story about 
her descent into madness.  It's a good book, but it's depressing.  She 
was stuck in a bell jar, a stage in her early twenties.  Today I also 
looked at a book by Anais Nin called, "Under a Glass Bell".  It's the 
same kind of metaphor.  I'd like to read that someday.
     Plath describes an ego-death in the book.  It seems like she was 
stripping out of the 1950's American woman's role.  Who can blame 
her?  It's too bad she didn't have a sense of humor during this ordeal.   
     She says in the book that her condition is the worst kind of 
psychological disorder.  I'm guessing it was schizophrenia, but she 
never reveals any diagnosis.
     Well, I posted that song because it reminds me of the schizoid 
state of dual personalities where one is locked inside and the other is 
the observer.