black wave.

"i make my way out of the store, move purposefully back to my dorm room, tracing my footsteps along the cobblestone paths, running from the darkness. i get to the building i live in, fidget with the keys, scurry through the vestibule, hurry up a couple of flights of steps, keep putting the wrong key in the lock, finally get into the suite, finally run into bed, where i hide under the covers and pray that the black wave won't drown me. pray that if i lie here quietly it will pass. pray that if i get up in a little while and go to dinner at the union, that if i just go on with life as if this feeling were normal, the black wave will throw its tidal force at someone else. but when i unfurl myself from a fetal position and uncurl my way out of bed, there is still an ocean breaking inside my brain."

- elizabeth wurtzel (prozac nation)