Elizabeth Wurtzel Quotes about Past

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It doesn’t matter how many years go by, how much therapy I embark on, how much I try to achieve that elusive thing known as perspective, which is supposed to put all past wrongs into their rightful and diminished place,

It doesn’t matter how many years go by, how much therapy I embark on, how much I try to achieve that elusive thing known as perspective, which is supposed to put all past wrongs into their rightful and diminished place, that happy place where all the talk is of lessons learned and inner peace. No one will ever understand the potency of my memories, which are so solid and vivid that I don’t need a psychiatrist to tell me they are driving me crazy. My subconscious has not buried them, my superego has not restrained them. They are front and center, they are going on right now.

Elizabeth Wurtzel

Memories, Crazy, Past

Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.81, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my eighteen years. It was all still with me, the storage space in my brain crammed with vivid memories, packed and piled like photographs and old dresses in my grandmother’s bureau. I wasn’t just the madwoman in the attic — I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

Elizabeth Wurtzel

Memories, Grandmother, Past

Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.131, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I wasn't just the madwoman in the attic--I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

Elizabeth Wurtzel

Past, Vivid Memories, Prozac Nation

Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.132, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I wanted so much to forget the past, but it wouldn't go away, it hung around like an open wound that refused to scar over, an open window that no amount of muscle could shut.

Elizabeth Wurtzel

Past, Going Away, Scar

Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.131, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt