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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 to myself?

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Elizabeth Wurtzel
Age: 52 †
Born: 1967
Born: July 31
Died: 2020
Died: January 7
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Journalist
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New York City
New York
Elizabeth Lee Wurtzel
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I'd really like to write a book about Timothy McVeigh, but it would only work if he cooperated.
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People who think that Sylvia Plath was a poor, sensitive poet are not getting that she had great amounts of ambition and anger that moved her along, or she wouldn't have been able to fight against that depression to produce such an incredible body of work by the age of thirty.
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You don't even have to hate to have a perfectly miserable time.
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I sit there in my bed staring at the wall, feeling happy, enjoying the way the wall looks, how pink and how white it is. Pink and white, as far as I’m concerned, have never looked quite so pink and white before.
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I am fortunate to have been well paid for an almost pathological honesty.
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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 whatever it is that was wrong with me in the first place. I feel like a defective model.
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Years of depression have robbed me of that—well, that give, that elasticity that everyone else calls perspective.
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No one who had never been depressed like me could imagine that the pain could get so bad that death became a star to hitch up to, a fantasy of peace someday which seemed better than any life with all this noise in my head.
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In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead
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In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.
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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.
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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.
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I'll see Naomi Wolf on television periodically, I have nothing against her and what she says, but I'll feel that she's a politician, like she's got an agenda to get across and that she doesn't always say what's really true or exactly what she feels.
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My God, I could raise a family of six children and hold down a full-time job with all the energy I expend on depression!
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Feminism is a good venue for getting yourself across as much as for getting your point across.
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I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible
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And I want out of this life on drugs.
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