That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key. Elizabeth Wurtzel
I have very mixed feelings for this film. The second half is arguably better than the first. It does offer great insight on depression, the mood swings, on how easily anxiety, paranoia and guilt can take over a person's life. And then there's the first half, that relies too much on narration and cheap camera tricks, which doesn't quite allow the story to have the effect it should.
I'm sorry sweetie, but your love for Sylvia Plath only increased your depression and ours for that matter, after reading the book followed by this on screen self-indulgent victimising portrait of depression. Your Prozac Nation is merely a fan base for The Bell Jar.