She no longer paints as well as she stops visiting women meetings, as they make her feel even worse and she is desperate: “Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong ... I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead” (CE 438). While Elaine in this depressing state of mind, she hears the voice that “has the force of an order: Do it. Come on. Do it” (CE 439). This voice persuades her to commit