The genre is often attributed to “self-indulgent” female writers, but men have been at it for years too: John Berryman, W.D. Think Plath, think Anne Sexton, think Sue Monk Kidd. Of course, the history of the “confessional memoir” goes back way further than Wurtzel. Prozac Nation has stood the test of time because it was ahead of its time. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.”Īnd, most recently, at 39, when I realized I’d been self-medicating with alcohol for years: “Insanity is knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.” I mourn for the loss of something I never even had,” she wrote.Īnd at 28, when I was clawing my way out of an abusive relationship: “I want to explain how exhausted I am. “I grab at everything, I end up with nothing, and then I feel bereft. They spoke to me at 25, when I was looking for love in all the wrong places.
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