For years, I was told I needed to toughen up. "Don’t take things so personally." "Stop overthinking." "Just smile more." And I believed them. I thought the problem was me. Then I read The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath — and suddenly, I wasn’t alone anymore. Esther’s quiet unraveling, the way she moves through a world that dismisses her pain as drama or mood swings... It was terrifyingly familiar.↳ There’s a passage where she says: “I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.” That line lived in me for weeks. 📖 This book didn’t heal me — but it named the thing I was too ashamed to say. And sometimes, that’s the first crack of light. #Entertainment #Books #FeministReads