And it seemed hard to believe that these people who were so close to me couldnโt see how desperate I was, or if they could they didnโt care enough to do anything about it, or if they cared enough to do anything about it they didnโt believe there was anything they could do, not knowingโor not wanting to knowโthat their belief might have been the thing that made the difference.
Elizabeth WurtzelNo 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.
Elizabeth WurtzelI 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 WurtzelThe desire to be seen as superior and singular- and, conversely, but similarly, inferior and individual, is a big topic...They have a term for the syndrome- it is called terminal uniqueness...we all refuse to be part of the crowd, to walk in the middle of the road in the safety of others. We all think were special. But the problem is, as I point out to Dr. Singer all the time, I actually am special.
Elizabeth WurtzelYouโre going to leave me, arenโt you? โฆ Youโve had enough of me, havenโt you? Youโre probably so tired of all this crying and all these moods, and Iโve got to tell you, so am I. So am I. Sometimes it seems like my mind has a mind of its own, like I just get hysterical, like itโs something I canโt control at all. And I donโt know what to do, and I feel so sorry for you because you donโt know what to do either. And Iโm sure youโre going to leave me now.
Elizabeth Wurtzel