Elizabeth Wurtzel

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

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#prozac-nation #nationalism

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

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#memories #suicide #suicide

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. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#nationalism

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

#memoir #love

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

#contemporary

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

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#prozac-nation #nationalism

I am crying over the elusive nature of love. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#love

Into every sunny life a little rain must fall. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#life

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

#personal-responsibility #trials

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 of black wave. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#explain #tiredness #dreams