• And it seemed hard to believe that these people who were so close to me couldn’t see how desperate I was, or if they could they didn’t care enough to do anything about it, or if they cared enough to do anything about it they didn’t believe there was anything they could do, not knowing—or not wanting to know—that their belief might have been the thing that made the difference.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.84, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt