It doesn’t matter how many years go by, how much therapy I embark on, how much I try to achieve that elusive… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Depression is a lot like that: slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death. When I look… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
If you want to see that human story unfold, if you want to understand that only the unexpected life is worth a… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Years of depression have robbed me of that—well, that give, that elasticity that everyone else calls perspective. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Belief is a good thing in principle, but an annoying thing in human beings. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I can see that I imagine all kinds of rejection that never happens. I can see that I beg and plead for love that… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“...if you ask anyone in the throes of depression how he got there, to pin down the turning point, he'll never know. There is… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Its the people you are close to, the ones who love you, the ones who have seen your heart, who have touched your soul… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
if only my whole life could be words and music, if only everything else could slip away. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
What I would do to be Alice climbing through the looking glass, taking one of those pills that makes you small ... so small.… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Divorce has taught us how to sleep with friends, sleep with enemies, and then act like its all perfectly normal in the morning. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
Just as our parents quieted us when we were noisy by putting us in front of the television set, maybe we're now learning to… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I am sick of the girl who cries 'wolf' all the time. Even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I'm lost in a loneliness that feels like forever ... like a solitude that never goes away. — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
