Prozac – Page 2

I start to get

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong. Elizabeth Wurtzel

A human being can

A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight! Elizabeth Wurtzel

It\\’s nonverbal: I need

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

And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I’m really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It’s nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and … Read more

Jesus, I wondered, what

Jesus, I wondered, what do you do with pain so bad it has no redeeming value? It cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience because the pain itself, its intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that … Read more

It seemed like this

It seemed like this was one big Prozac nation, one big mess of malaise. Perhaps the next time half a million people gather for a protest march on the White House green it will not be for abortion rights or gay liberation, but because we’re all so bummed out. Elizabeth Wurtzel

I need the thing

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

Sometimes it feels like

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

I wonder if any

I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she … Read more

I wasn\\’t just the

I wasn’t just the madwoman in the attic–I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me. Elizabeth Wurtzel