But day after day of depression, the kind that doesnโt seem to merit carting me off to a hospital but allows me to sit here on this stoop in summer camp as if I were normal, day after day wearing down everybody who gets near me. My behavior seems, somehow, not acute enough for them to know what to do with me, though Iโm just enough of a mess to be driving everyone around me crazy.
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 WurtzelRock bottom is an inability to cope with the commonplace that is so extreme it makes even the grandest and loveliest things unbearable...Rock bottom is everything out of focus. It's a failure of vision, a failure to see the world as it is, to see the good in what it is, and only to wonder why the hell things look the way they do and not some other way.
Elizabeth Wurtzel