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

...if you feel everything intensely, ultimately you feel nothing at all.

A deeply true, wholly aching account of the dangerous way we live now--LOVE JUNKIE is great fun to read, and finally fully redemptive. Rachel Resnick brings a light, delightful touch to a hard subject, and creates a great, relatable, readable memoir.

I guess I realize that I don't want to die. I don't want to live either, but-there really isn't anything in-between. Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it's the worst. But since the tendency toward inertia means that it's easier for me to stay alive than die, I guess that's how it's going to be, so I guess I should try to be happy.

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

Belief is a good thing in principle, but an annoying thing in human beings.

So many more cycles of elation of the first kiss, and devastation when it's over.