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Cheryl couldn't. Cheryl wiped her snot using a thick blanket with dinosaur motifs. The girl tilted her head on the mantle and kept shaking her head. Cheryl felt, as if her world had stopped, that talent was left. Write a diary. Talking to Meredith didn't help. And ended up wanting to make Cheryl tear up the diary even burn it. Tired of crying sleepily, Cheryl woke up, still crying. Is that how despicable she is? Is that so? She's an illegitimate child, so that made Delisha hate her until she was never recognized? Trivial things like this, which kept bothering her. She should never have been there so that she would continue to trouble the others. Cheryl is a bad girl. The girl's cry sounded s

I’ve heard that name from her many times before, but this is the first time that she told me that that Serene is also schizophrenic. “Really? Ano nangyari sa kan’ya?” She shrugged. “She’s damn depressed and she can’t admit it to herself. You know, nagkapatong-patong yung bigat ng loob niya. She decided to give up on her life. And while she’s planning to kill herself, an imaginary friend who contradicts her thoughts was made.” She smiled. “I even bought her book, Her Tranquility. Can you believe that one of the reasons that she’s depressed is that she can’t write the way she writes before? For her, writing is like breathing. If she can’t write, she feels like suffocating.” She heaved a deep s

“My wife, Mishka, met you this morning. What’s exactly wrong with her?” Christian asked, and Dr James took a sip of his drink. “She is suffering from melancholic depression.” Dr James states and Christian’s heart skipped a beat. FLASHBACK “Send the next patient in,” Dr James asked the nurse, who was waiting for his instruction. The door of the cabin opened again and Mishka stepped in. “Please take a seat,” Dr James said while writing something on his writing pad.

He added. L glared at Dean as he took his bag and prepared to go. “I’m going to class.” L said as he walked first. Dean’s eyes widened. “Hey wait! Lance!!” He yelled as he hurriedly packed all his things inside his bag and ran after L. “As you can see the lead of the story had lost his strength in life because of a loss of a loved one. He didn’t even dare to fix his hygiene and all because of depression.” Mr. Lim expressed. “So, right now, I want you all to make a reaction and reflection paper about depression.” He added as everyone groaned in their seats.

They talk and write to their diaries like it’s their secret keeper or like their life depends on it. Second, as I’ve told earlier, my name is Natalia, not Nathalia. Remove the H, please. I’m not your typical student, though I can’t also say that I’m unique. I’m just a normie teenager, and believe it or not, my story wasn’t just like the others. I’m not a nerd that falls in love with the bad boys. And here’s the reason why.

Alexander refused to believe me, convinced that I was a conniving opportunist who had manipulated him for personal gain. The burden of his mistrust and the weight of his mother's accusations pushed me into a deep depression. I struggled to find solace, to convince myself that I was innocent. Each day felt like an uphill battle, a never-ending cycle of despair and heartache. One fateful day, the stress became too much to bear. I woke up feeling dizzy and disoriented, my head throbbing with pain. As I stumbled into the kitchen in search of water, darkness encroached upon my vision, and everything went black.

Any cute girl or heartbroken man knew that. "Give it to me good, guys. Don't let up until I'm a puddle on the floor, alright?" I dropped down on the couch and picked up my cereal, leaning back and pulling a blanket over my lap. Everything hurt from my depression, and I wasn't even sure the monster worked anymore. He'd been flaccid for fourteen days. It was a new record. "Call Guinness, honey," I yelled out and chuckled, hating myself and everyone else. The movie started, and I took my time eating the cereal, enjoying the love story. There was something so good, so right about falling in love, but that shit never panned out. Not even in the movies where screenwriters had the opportunity to fo

"I learned that depression isn't a character flaw. It's an illness. If I had broken my leg, no one would call me a bad mother for not being able to walk. But because my brain chemistry crashed... I was labeled unfit." "The leak came from a shell company linked to Isabella Voss," Diane said. "The woman currently awaiting trial for the attempted kidnapping of your son." "Yes." "She claims she was trying to 'rescue' your children from an unstable environment. She claims your depression proves you are dangerous." Aurora looked directly into the camera lens. She imagined Isabella sitting in her cell, watching this on a small TV. "Isabella Voss released those records to destroy me," Aurora said. "

" I felt numb.My identity changed in a short course of time! People begun to assume me as an unfit man.who can't do anything now..who would no longer creative. " Nicola, mi porti in cabina(Nicola please take me to my cabin) "I whispered slowly. In the cabin,I was sitting on my chair with closed eyes. I am depressed .I don't know why everything is going wrong with me. I was struggling hard to forget his words. Tears were rolling down endlessly from my eyes. Suddenly I heard the clicking sound of doorknob.

To know that there are people who were actually interested in what I had written still blows my mind. As you know I haven't updated this story in a while. First I was stuck in a week or week and a half long bought of depression. I've struggled with that and anxiety ever since I was in high school, I just didn't know what it was at the time. I have been on medication which helps however I just get into this little rough patches where I just don't want to do anything. Not clean my house, cook any food, not write, nothing. It sucks a lot to be honest.