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“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.”

Quote by Elizabeth Wurtzel

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Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America

This memoir delves into the personal journey of the author, detailing her struggles with depression and the transformative effects of taking Prozac. The narrative offers insights into the challenges faced by young adults in America dealing with mental health issues. more

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Elizabeth Wurtzel
Elizabeth Wurtzel

Elizabeth Wurtzel is an American writer, born on July 31, 1967. She is best known for her memoir 'Prozac Nation,' which details her life experiences and emotional struggles in her youth. Her writing style is direct and candid, which has won her a wide readership. more

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