“ I am so tired of the girl in the infirmary, I am so sick of the girl who cries wolf all the time - even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm. Not one of my pleas was ever less than tru… Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ 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. Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ When she walks in that first Monday, of course I am awake - I am always up these days - I decide to lay it down. “Look”, I say, “I snort Ritalin. That’s what I do. I snort it all day long. I crush up… Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, so long as the ones who are around make their presence in a long way. Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ 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. Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ As someone very sagely said during the parricide trials of the Menendez Brothers: anytime your kids kill you, you are at least partly to blame. Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ I know by now, only too well, that you can never get away from yourself because you never go away. Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ But day after day of depression, the kind that doesn’t seem to merit carting me off to a hospital but allows me to sit here on this stoop in summer camp as if I were normal, day after day wearing down… Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ If I were another person, I go on, I wouldn’t want to deal with me, I don’t want to deal with me, It’s so hopeless, I want out of this life. I really do. I keep thinking that if I could just get a gri… Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ 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… Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ The brief relief of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a desperate need to be alone, and then being alone turns into a terrible fear that I will have no friends, I will be alone in th… Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ And she keeps saying, how can you do this to me? And i want to scream, what do you mean, how can I do this to you? Aren't we confusing our pronouns here? The question, really, is How could I do this t… Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it. Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ One of the terrible fallacies of contemporary psychotherapy is that if people would just say how they felt, a lot of problems could be solved. Elizabeth Wurtzel
“ I have studiously tried to avoid ever using the word 'madness' to describe my condition. Now and again, the word slips out, but I hate it. 'Madness' is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to m… Elizabeth Wurtzel
