I`ll see Naomi Wolf on television periodically, I have nothing against her and what she says, but I`ll feel that she`s a politician, like she`s got an agenda to get across and that she doesn`t always say what`s really true or exactly what she feels.
I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.
I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn`t one I`ll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it`s worth it.
I start to feel like I can`t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is.