Romans & histoires Deeply Depressed Quotes

It was a compilation of all the famous quotes that motivated me to push forward. I opened a random page and saw old tear stains on the page, the tears that I cried six months ago. - Stars can't shine without darkness. I smiled ruefully as I read the sentence and then flipped through the pages. I missed my sister a lot. - Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Satisfied smiles and agreements. "Truly, depression is scary. I was so upset. I feel like... I was all alone by myself. I lose appetite and even my interest to things. I feel like---the whole world is against me. Rejecting me. I was confused. To my friends, why? I know how it hurts when you badly want to share your problems to somebody but what they returned was cold shoulders. It really hurts. Every minute, my thoughts are bugging me, and it makes me cry. It saddens my heart. I feel so lonely. The worst feeling is when you want to say something but can't because nobody will listen. There is nothing more painful to that. I feel so heavy. I feel so tired even though I'm not doing anything at

“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.

"When it happens, I am taken back to the past--to the cruel events that happened and to the cruel scenarios that could happen which my mind weaved so perfectly, but please remind me of the present. Remind me that you are here and that I have to stay with you." "When my depression hits again, I become apathetic and numb, and pessimistic and lethargic, like a walking corpse. But please remind me that I am alive, and while I am not okay right now, I soon will be." "I may want to do bad things so I could feel, so I could let my rage out, like grab a blade and paint my wrists, or sleep with a bottle of pills, but please, please take them away from me. Because when they're in my reach, I lose my r

I quake and shiver, not from the cold, but from deep grief for what was and what I know never will be. I wish my body was normal, that everything was back to normal, that someone, anyone, would pull me into a comforting embrace. Lance, gone. My dad, gone. These two simple truths play on repeat in my head and I’m gasping, choking, needing to breathe, but almost forgetting how. I have to stop my train of thought before I’m trapped again in a vortex of panic and depression that will surely consume me.

She could see their carefree spirits, their laughter like a bright beacon of normalcy, but she felt like a ghost haunting the edges of their lives. The weeks dragged on, and her depression deepened, weaving itself into her everyday existence. She would lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, the darkness amplifying her fears and insecurities. Thoughts raced through her mind—questions without answers, worries that swirled like a storm. “What if this never gets better? What if I’m always this way?”

“ Oh, God ,I beg you. Please save me.” I did not know what lay ahead, at this moment I had forgotten the love I receive from the two innocent souls we had made. I was spiralling down rapidly into the deep dark hole of depression and planning my death had become my only obsession. Finding earrings in his pockets was the last straw other than disappearing for three hours or more. I left work on the sixth of July, my thirty one year old body was tired and on the brink of collapse. Home had become a place of trouble, where anything that was said turned into a quarrel.

Chapter 15 “And she embraced the chaos as it painTed her life with purpose” JH.HARD Will I ever be happy? Will I ever be fine? I lost my hope within this time. I tried my best to be okay, But I never felt that anyway. I was on my way to a new beginning, Then this depression started getting in. Today my tears slowed for a moment And the words began to flow,so I want to talk to you mama about all the things that I think you should know

“Help me… moon goddess, please.” I laid back on the bed, watching the ceiling as before. There was nothing I didn't think of and the more those thoughts came to my head, the more the feeling of depression washed over me anew. I tried to get some shut eye but that wasn’t even helping matters. “Are you okay?”

“I appreciate that.” “It’s what I’m here for. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I understand depression. I’ve experienced some severe cases of it, and I understand that not everyone’s experience with it is the same. We’ll take it one day at a time, and never forget, we’re in this together.” ***** The Next Day