Years of depression have robbed me of that—well, that give, that elasticity that everyone else calls perspective.
Elizabeth WurtzelBut then I never had to worry about a crash landing because I never even took off.
Elizabeth WurtzelI 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 WurtzelWhenever I talk to anyone I care about, I am always seeking approval. There is always a pleading lilt in my voice that demands love. Even the people I work with, the ones I am supposed to have a professional relationship with, all business, get pulled into my need. I can't help it. I want to be adored.
Elizabeth Wurtzel