On February 11, 1963, the renowned American poet, Sylvia Plath, found herself “living out” her final poem “Lady Lazarus” in her tiny English apartment.
She had done everything expected of her that morning, like preparing bread and milk for her children, placing it by their beds, and opening their bedroom windows.
She also found herself doing everything not expected of her that morning: taping a small note to her children’s pram,
sealing off their room with towels and masking tape, putting her head in the oven, and turning on the gas.
Plath’s suicide came after a decade of an abusive marriage, an unsuccessful fight against manic depression, and repeated suicide attempts.