This week’s review of Sophie Kinsella’s Finding Audrey has brought my thoughts to mental illness and psychological disorders. I think more and more, society is becoming educated in mental illness. In 2015 alone, as I go through a list of new releases I have seen quite a diverse set of titles featuring characters with depression, social anxiety disorder, and even schizophrenia. Seeing this titles alone, the exploration of these topics not solely towards hard, bleak endings but towards message of hope has made both my psychologist heart and my depressive heart happy. As I ruminate over these close-to-home topics I am reminded of my favorite poet–Emily Dickinson.
Back in 1999, I discovered Dickinson’s poetry. My sister, learning of my love for the poet’s work, gave me a book of her poetry as a Christmas present. Dickinson’s enigmatic and recluse personality, as well as her poetry has led a lot of researchers to believe that she suffered either with Agoraphobia, Depression or Bipolar Disorder. If you google her name beside mental illness quite a few articles would come up. Today, for Poetry Friday, as hosted by Heidi@ My Juicy Little Universe, I’ll be featuring one of her poems that has been often quoted to reflect her probable mood disorder.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain