Bakit Nadedepress Ang Isang Tao Mga Nobela at Kwento

That’s when I literally realized how far humans could go for getting what they were obsessed for. For the past one year, I had been dealing with shits in my life. Depression was on peak and above that, the curse I had fallen upon myself was incurable. Whom to blame?? Life is full of ups and downs and when it itself throws you down, you fall to a level even below the underworld. And I was still stuck in that level waiting to climb back up, freeing myself from the curse.

Nanatili lang na nakatayo sa harap niya si Jade at ni imik eh wala siyang narinig ni isa. “Bakit hindi ko maramdamang ikaw siya? Bakit kahit sinabi mong bumalik ka eh ang sakit sakit pa din? Masaya akong kasama ka ngayon pero deep inside merong parte sa puso ko na parang may mali eh. May kulang! You know what, Maybe Margarette is right. Maybe I really don't deserve to have you. I don't know you and you don't really know about me.”

pagdedesisyon ko. "Try mo lang ano ka ba hindi 'yung nakakulong ka lang dyan sa kwarto mo palagi at kaharap ang computer. Unwind, unwind din 'te masaya 'yon!" pamimilit pa niya. Hindi na ako nagreply pa kay Jodi at nag logout na. Nawala na ako sa mood kumausap ng kahit na sino. Akalain mo 'yon? Parang kahapon lang 'nung namamalimos pa ako ng makakausap tapos ngayon inilalayo ko naman ang sarili ko sa mga tao?

C H A P T E R 2 : T H E B L U E E N V E L O P E ~ Being depressed is like falling into a black hole that you can not climb out of. Depression is a wound that never heals. A wound in the back of your mind that can’t be touched because it hurts too much. It’s always there and never goes away. Constant pain, a constant reminder. Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and you will lose on both fronts if you give it a chance.

“Hindi naman.” "Ayaw mong magpahinga at ayaw mong wala kang ginagawa dahil nalulungkot ka. That's your coping mechanism. I get it. Pero huwag naman to the point na hindi ka na nagpapahinga. Gusto mo bang katawan mo ang magdusa, ha?"

Umupo ako sa kanyang tabi at masuyong hinagod ng kanyang likod. "Simula ng araw na 'yon ay nawalan na siya ng gana sa lahat ng bagay. Pinakiusapan niya ang lahat na huwag ipaalam sa taong mahal niya ang kanyang kalagayan dahil ayaw nitong maapektuhan ang maselang pagbubuntis ng kanyang minamahal na asawa. Ayaw niya na rin nga dumagdag pa sa depresyon na nararamdaman nito kaya-"

Minsan isang araw, habang nakaupo siya ay tinanong siya ng kanyang ina kung anong gusto niyang ulam at makakain, hindi ito sumagot, muli siyang tinanong at tila nag-alok ng isang bagay na gustong gusto niya yung may paglalambing, lumingon muli ito at tumingin sa kanyang ina ng naka-ngiting hindi pilit, nilapitan siya ng ina at nilaro at sila'y naghagik-gikan at tila ang babaeng iyon bumalik sa isang mumunting bata lamang. Wakas. "Iyon lamang nakararanas ng mga lihim na kalungkutan ang maaaring makakilala ng mga lihim na kaligayahan." ~Genoveva E. Matute, Para sa aking hipag na dumaranas ng Depresiyon.

“It’s normal to feel worthless and inadequate. And self-criticism could lead to social withdrawal or become overcompetitive, as you said earlier, you wanted to go somewhere quiet. It’s an inferiority complex. It’s fine to feel inferior sometimes, knowing the kind of work you’re in. It might not have come from your recent tragedies. Your childhood experiences, overbearing expectations, or even past failures can be the reason behind why you feel this way.” Unable to respond, I looked at Mad, and he was staring at me. “Do you feel persistent sadness? Do you always feel fatigue or feel so hopeless?” I shook my head. “No.” “But bear in mind, inferiority often fuels depression.” An hour after talk

He’s still a good man, just six feet under. I didn't know when my feet started moving again, my limbs developed this habit of doing things without my permission whenever I was upset or my depression was spiking up. I wasn’t depressed though, I was fine. Right? I shouldn’t be feeling this way, so many other people have it worse.

“Once I'm down, it can take me about three months to get out of the depression again. And every single day just feels stretched out and you have nothing to do but lay in bed and wonder why you're still alive.” Hunter understood what she was saying, he was thinking about how it felt at the orphanage when he was younger. But the difference was that when he got the money, he's depression and problems went away. But she, she was basking in money and yet she was a lonely soul. “And the worst part of all that is you hate yourself for staying in that bed and not getting up. For being so useless. Helpless...” She continued with the agitated hand-fiddling. “You stay hating yourself for not doing anyt