Autores:
  • I could not bear the deep freeze settling around my bones at the thought that yet another attempt to get out of my life alive would end in disappointment. Time became palpable and viscous. Every minute, every second, every nanosecond, wrapped around my spine so that my nerves tightened and ached. I faded into abstraction. A self-generated narcosis created a painful blank where my mind used to be.

    Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.111, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt