Quote by Elizabeth Wurtzel

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 think there really is no cure for depression, tha

Summary

This quote reflects the despair and uncertainty that can be experienced by individuals struggling with depression. The speaker questions the effectiveness of any potential cure and sees happiness as a continuous struggle. They ponder whether this battle against depression is lifelong and whether the effort is ultimately worthwhile. It highlights the deep emotional burden carried by those living with depression and the doubts they may have about finding lasting happiness.

By Elizabeth Wurtzel
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