A review by alexkersbergen
Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel

2.0

This book was just 300 pages of self-pity but that’s sometimes almost exactly what depression is like. Elizabeth Wurtzel painted a raw and real picture of depression, and it was insufferable because people with depression ARE insufferable. I’m struggling to truly find the right words to describe this, I don’t want to talk bad on people suffering from depression. What I’m trying to say is, that this disease is so all-consuming that you become unrecognisable. You don’t care that you are hurting people around you because you can’t care about that. There is no extra mental space for that. Elizabeth Wurtzel was so fierce and real for writing this book, it was one big pity party and I loved it. That being said, I’ll go take my prozac now…