I found it almost impossible to empathize with Ricci's character in this film. If she was supposed to be a depressive, I think the screenwriter and director neglected to research depressives before making this film because Ricci's character was more a depiction of a self-centered, worthless sh!tbag than a victim and survivor of depression.
The forced attempt at introspective narration was as ludicrous as the pained interactions between her and the people around her.
Sorry but I couldn't buy it. This is straight to video schlock. I'm glad I didn't pay to see this.