Mental Illness, Shock Treatments, and NYC 1950s – Sylvia Plath

"That morning I had tried to hang myself. I had taken the silk cord of my mother's yellow bathrobe as soon as she left for work and in the amber shade of the bedroom fashioned it into a knot that slipped up and down on itself. It took me a long time to do this because I was poor at knots and had no idea how to make one..."