Elizabeth Wurtzel

I was so scared to give up depression, fearing that somehow the worst part of me was actually all of me.

I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

Sometimes I wish I could walk around with a HANDLE WITH CARE sign stuck to my forehead.

That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.

Some friends don`t understand this. They don`t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you`re wonderful just the way you are. They don`t understand that I can`t remember anyone ever saying that to me.