“I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.” – Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I’m 24. I seem normal to most people; I’m good at pretending I’m ok. I’ve had years of practice.
That quote from Sylvia Plath resonates with something in me. If I were to draw a line through my life, and separate out the good from the bad, it would be at 7 years old. Before that, life was all candy and laughter. After that, things got…complicated.