In the beginning of the story, I might have thought Esther is driving herself crazy for absolutely no reason. She has everything going for her, every girl in the world could only dream of having what Esther has and yet for some reason she is still depressed. I could not understand why. She lives in the most entertaining, interesting,and lively city in the world. She is about to graduate from college, the professors and the dean liked her very much, she had a passion for traveling and english literature, she had an internship opportunity at a famous fashion magazine, and she met an amazing guy named Buddy. If you ask me, everything is going good for her. All the things she had in her life were possessed by a very small percentage of the women living in the 1950's. She did not know the value of what she had. Esther thought her life was a mess and that nothing was going for her in the direction which she wanted it to. The truth is, her life had taken off and Esther Greenwood was destined to become successful. She just did not know it or feel it. Esther's lack of knowledge of her own success drove her crazy. This is when she tried to kill herself but failed. At that point I was in shock. I felt completely different about Esther and her life. I then realized that I only know Esther's life based on what it looks like but I did not really know her well enough to judge her. If the problem had reached the extent for her to take away her own life, then maybe I was missing a piece of the puzzle. Maybe I hadn't quite figured her out like I thought I did. But I was then relieved when I read that she had recovered from her injury and was ready to leave the hospital.