Depressed Quotes Novels & Stories

“I’m just going out for a bit, Ate Rose. I need some coffee.” “Coffee won’t help you sleep. Have warm milk; there’s some in the jar.” Ruth nodded, “Okay, sorry for waking you up.” “Don’t worry. We’re all worried about you. Mom keeps asking about you. She’s afraid you might do something drastic.” She scoffed, “Tiya Mening is exaggerating. I’m not thinking about that.” “Well, we don’t know. When a person is depressed, rational thinking goes out the window. Depression is a formidable foe, Ruth Mirabelle.”

Now, my life had taken a turn for the worse, and I couldn’t seem to get back on track. The depression had been deepening since I lost Maddie. I felt like a part of me was missing, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t fill that void. The emptiness in my heart was suffocating, like I was drowning in my own despair. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, and I could barely function.

"They say I'm the one who's driving everyone away. It might be true. I went through periods that I don't recommend to anyone. I'm not just saying it physically, but psychologically as well. To this day there are days when all I want most in the world is to stop breathing. And that's terrible. I know. It's terrible that I'm wasting my life, while there are children who do everything to live and don't have the same conditions. But my head has become as big a mess as anything in my life. But they don't understand.” "Do you have depression? "Questioned the stranger. I shook my head, in doubt. "Well, most people who go to my bar believe that there is nothing more therapeutic than laughing while f

I asked her and she rolled her eyes at me. “Would you answer me now?” She glared at me and I groaned. “Okay, it’s stupid, but you are right, it does have something to do with my illness, but what can I say? I’m so tired of feeling sad and being depressed all the time. I feel like I don’t have the energy to keep living...” It was true that this was ridiculous. It was so stupid.

An arrow hit me right in the chest. The sorrows written in my fate breaking me mercilessly, under the terror of losing my sanity, the horror of hearing what has just happened. What have I done..? The scar given to me will increase from time to time, nothing can save me from this unnerving swamp of repentance and sadness. Overwhelmed by the feeling of this tormenting dejection, the light of hope fades away. No words can explain the depression I am going through, it's endless. “I am so sorry…” I rest my head on Rebecca’s lap to give myself some consolation.

"The winter. The cold. The short days. The long nights. The way everything dies and does not come back for months. The way I feel like I am dying too. Not physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. The way the dark makes me feel like nothing matters." "That is depression." "I know." "Are you depressed?" "I do not know. I am sad. But sad is not the same as depressed. Sad has a reason. Depressed just... is. And I have a reason. The roses are gone. The light is gone. The warmth is gone. That is a reason." "That is a reason to be sad. But is it the reason?" I look at him. "What do you mean." "I mean. Is it really about the roses. Or is the roses just the thing you are pointing at because pointing at

“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?”

“If you refuse to talk about him, do you know that you won't get better? Holding it in keeps you stuck.” “I've told you so many times that I don't have a problem,” I said, my voice shaking a bit now. The anger mixed with something softer and sadder. “I am not depressed, and he isn't the cause of my depression. It's not like that.” But even as I said it, doubt crept in. Was it?

"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 said For deep down I knew, I couldn't bear the atmosphere and all that had happened. And I think he knew it too, giving me a tight hug as if I were his cousin James. Genuine care it was, I see him in you ' he said. And I feel her around us, watching in amazement. I got to know him personally when I hit my depression phase. He'd say something like "we are a dying generation, but that doesn't necessarily mean we aren't worthy of a life filled with joy and happiness. And now I think, I understand what he might have meant.