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“I become one of those people who walks alone in the dark at night while others sleep or watch Mary Tyler Moore reruns or pull all-nighters to finish up some paper that's due first thing tomorrow. I always carry lots of stuff with me wherever I roam, always weighted down with books, with cassettes, with pens and paper, just in case I get the urge to sit down somewhere, and oh, I don't know, read something or write my masterpiece. I want all my important possessions, my worldly goods, with me at all times. I want to hold what little sense of home I have left with me always.”

Quote by Elizabeth Wurtzel

Work

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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