Deepest Depression Quotes Novels & Stories

In Amber’s experience, rich and beautiful people were often the most lonely and depressed of all. Just like death itself, depression didn’t discriminate. It didn’t give a fuck about how old or young you were, your economic status, or where you came from. But it usually fucked up where you were going, without the proper support and treatment. Amber had seen many people in her life suffering from it. She had experienced the horror and devastation of post- partum depression herself, compounded by the pain of giving her son up. Even on her darkest days, Amber really didn’t want to die, she only wanted to stop the pain, and death seemed like the only way back then.

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.

Tears streamed down my face, mixing with bitter laughter. I was losing my grip. I stumbled to my feet, shattering the vase on my dresser. The sound of breaking glass was cathartic. More. I flung open my closet, ripping clothes from hangers. Sobbing, I tore through my room, destroying everything. Papers, books, photos – all scattered, shredded. My reflection stared back from the shattered mirror. A stranger, broken and shattered. I collapsed amidst the chaos, exhausted. Depression's heavy chains wrapped around me. In the darkness, I whispered: "I'm losing myself."

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

“She’s not worth it. She’s nothing. You’re everything. You hear me? You’re still here. We’re still here.” But I wasn’t. Not really. The depression hit like a truck after that. Days blurred into weeks, hospital to home, home to couch, couch to bed. Rowan was a saint cooking terrible soup , massaging my feet when they cramped from lying around too much, bringing me tea I didn’t drink, telling stupid jokes that made me want to punch him and hug him at the same time. But inside it was just black. Heavy. Endless.

My mind would wander off to the different possibilities of ‘What If’s’, distracting my reality and forcing me to believe that things would’ve been better if they were a certain way… then blaming myself afterwards because I never got to use those many different ‘What If’s’. I was trapped in my own thoughts, and wanted to be alone and drown myself in them… But a particularly nosy Hector would always come to the rescue to pull me out. He understood the phase I was going through. He said he had been there before and it was not a nice place. He even gave it a word. Depression.

“Thanks for the help and message.” “Anything for you, I will hang up now, OK? Take care,” Manu bade and hung up. I became even more restless. I was simply depressed, Mother had tried her best to keep me up with the best hope quotes but nothing seems to cheer me up now. I just want to see Sidd. I wish to see him. Oh God, please help me.

But a sense of solitude and peace is my most important priority now. I hope someday everything bad can disappear with just a flick of two fingers. Nothing in this world is worse than being depressed. Depression and anxiety can kill a person from the inside out without his or her knowledge. But a sense of calmness and a shoulder to lean on can change everything. I don't have a shoulder to lean on, but what I do have is a sense of calmness from staying in this place. So this is what I will do, and this is what I am trying to do now.

I retorted firmly, going back to staring at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Because you're making me depressed being depressed," Shane frowned, poking my cheek as he sat on the ground beside the bed. "Sucks. You can watch sad movies with me if you want." I pushed his hand away. "You can't stay in bed forever," Jade shrugged, not having a better reason. "You're going to have to get up to pee eventually." "And then I'll come back in bed." I told her. Bea groaned loudly, "Because you aren't about to be a sad little bitch who is depressed over a guy! There's so many fish in the sea! That's the saying, right?"

I was starting to get tired but I didn't want to stop running, the voice kept mocking me while I kept repeating mentally that I should wake up. -Mortals are very stubborn, if you keep running you will only get tired. -¡Shut up! -Escape is useless. -¡Shut up! -¿You know you're running in circles, don't you? He laughed again and I stopped running. I looked around and realized that everything looked the same. I knelt before the voice and begged it to wake me up. The being appeared in front of me and was sympathetic to me, made me stand up and wiped away my tears.