And I think about my mother and me, and about the way unconditional love has been absent from my life. Not that she doesn’t always love me in her heart. But I know that I’m not being the person she wants me to be, if I’m not the girl who got into Harvard and wins writing awards - if I’m, say, unemployed, broke, depressed, and desperate, she just doesn’t love me the same way.
Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel

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