When I think of Sethe, I imagine a woman who is not fond of breaking down in front of others, and if she can avoid it, she will. However, we all have our "weaker" moments, and breakdown in front of others. There is nothing wrong with that and I think that that isn't weak at all. I think it shows strength. It's like admitting that everyone has emotion in them, and sometimes it's too much, and I really think crying and breaking down is a part of the healing process. It's essential in my mind. I broke down the other night doing this project, but I saw that as okay, because it shows how much I care about this, and about what the readers and my professor will think.
I see Sethe as one who quotes "loses it" moreso when she is alone, while the kids are in the other room, or no one is home. I see that if she is caught crying, she denies it or makes an excuse that it's not what it looks like, or that her eyes are dry. I see her breaking down from thinking of flashbacks, as she did say.. "nothing ever dies", and there are loads of flashbacks throughout the story. If I were to write about her having flashback..it would go something like this:
Dear journal,
I'm losing it. The thoughts came pourin' in. It's too much to bear sometimes. Nothing ever dies. Not what I've done...not what's been done ta me. Nothin'. Though, I suppose I should be thinking about the fact that since nothing ever dies, that means the good things don't die either. Little Denver saw me cryin' today, I was kneeling with my face into ma hands, cryin' away...thinkin' bout what I had done to my first baby...thinkin' bout when I was raped...beaten. When she asked, 'Mama, what's wrong?' I told her I was just in pain from the tree on my back..my scars...I told her that their pain is just a symbol of strength, because I can handle that pain. I'm here aren't I? Sometimes it's just too hard though. I think I hear somebody in the other room, I should go. Put on a brave face. Write soon.
Sethe
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