Dedicated to those suffering from mental illness: "I am not Sylvia Plath," I told the professor who sat across from me. His wire-framed, circular glasses slid down his long nose. "Tell us what the hospital is like," he said. I didn't want to do that. My visit with him was the only chance I got to leave the hospital. I am not Sylvia Plath. I am here. I am alive.
Ik heb een vraag over het boek: ‘I Remember Not Sleeping - Levine, Sherri’.
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