Elizabeth Wurtzel

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I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on

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In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony

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I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong. Like all the drugs put together – the lithium, the Prozac, the desipramine, and Desyrel that I take to sleep at night – can no longer combat whatever it is that was wrong with me in the first place. I feel like a defective model

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I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, as long as those who are around make their presence a good one

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Good and bad are not opposites, they are both just different forms of intensity