Ouch, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath is too painful to read. Not because it is poorly written, the opposite in fact, because it is so relatable. 

I had never read it before, but picked it up as I know it is frequently listed as a modern classic. Wi thout knowing much about it I launched into reading. 

I wont give any spoilers but I feel it is a very real account of falling into clinical depression. 

Its so painful that I am unable to finish it. I want to, but every chapter reminds me of me at my worst and the awkward and horrible interactions I had with people - and its making me feel terrible. My stomach is churning and I can feel my mind leaving my body and everything going numb. 

Why do I do this to myself? I am feeding the misery, but I can't help it. 

Does anyone else have similar experiences with literature/films/tv? Is it better to indulge and finish it, or best to steer clear and focus on the positive and uplifting stories?