21 and invincible. Passive/Aggressive. Manic/Depressive. Recovering anorexic, orthorexic, and self mutilator. I started this path by choice, and now its taken over, once again. I don't have the energy to try and stop it. I don't like mirrors, and I have scars that make even the most experienced psychiatrists cringe. thats all folks.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I keep thinking that if I could just get a grip on myself, I could be all right again. I keep thinking that I’m driving myself crazy, but I swear, I swear to God, I have no control. It’s so awful. It’s like demons have taken over my mind. And nobody believes me. Everybody thinks I could be better if I wanted to. But I can’t
I have spent my life on Prozac, but I’m not impressed with Wurtzel’s writing.
She is hardly fucking Hemingway or Woolf - not to mention Shakespeare!
- Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wurtzel (via principessa) (via karminaburana)
(via akubizone)
I never claimed that she was a literary genius, I just posted this quote because I’ve been there, still am there in some respects, and therefore, can relate. If you don’t like her writing, that’s your opinion, and you are entitled to it, but then why would you reblog her words? Just wondering.
At heart, I have always been a coper, I’ve mostly been able to walk around with my wounds safely hidden, and I’ve always stored up my deep depressive episodes for the weeks off when there was time to have an abbreviated version of a complete breakdown. But in the end, I’d be able to get up and on with it, could always do what little must be done to scratch by.
Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wurtzel
I knew that this was insanity: Insanity is knowing that what you’re doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can’t stop it.
Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wurtzel
I thought it was just a matter of getting away from the physical site of so much of my depression. Instead it was even worse; instead the black wave, the gloom, was everywhere. It chased me like a runaway train and clung to me like leeches. And I wasn’t running in a metaphoric sense: I literally didn’t stop moving, never dared slow down to think, too scared to find out what was there.
Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wurtzel
I don’t know if I’m running because I’m scared or if I’m scared because I am running.
Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wurtzel
And she keeps saying, how can you do this to me? And I want to scream, What do you mean how can I do this to YOU? Aren’t we confusing pronouns here? The question, really, is How could I do this to MYSELF?
Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wurtzel
