298 Quotes by Elizabeth Wurtzel

At heart, I have always been a coper, I've mostly been able to walk around with my wounds safely hidden, and I've always stored up my deep depressive episodes for the weeks off when there was time to have an abbreviated version of a complete breakdown. But in the end, I'd be able to get up and on with it, could always do what little must be done to scratch by.

Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

It is so hard to learn to put sadness in perspective so hard to understand that it is a feeling that comes in degrees, it can be a candle burning gently and harmlessly in your home, or it can be a full-fledged forest fire that destroy almost everything and is controlled by almost nothing. It can also be so much in-between

...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.

I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.

Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression.

Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead.