It was always on my list, I studied her in school for poetry for my leaving cert and she is my favourite poet. I only got to it last year and it was really enjoyable and also harrowing, the bit about the basement just hurt in my core. I can't identify with OP as I have not experienced deep depression but it was a revelation into her life and poetry. It strikes me as fascinating that she was seen as an amazing talent at the time while alive (I also find her work amazing) and awarded so much opportunity but in her book it just comes across as 'oh well whatever'. It's so sad she could not appreciate her own genius. But I wonder how many true artists really do realise their own worth