Depressed Quotes Novels & Stories

I downed the glass like my whole life depended on it and that's when I noticed that I'm depressed. I have been since that night I met Herman. But am I really? I do eat....... well not much. Not like I use to anyway and I'm always or maybe sort of sad. I sleep a lot and hate talking to anyone apart from a few people. Or maybe I'm over thinking it. The burn the liquid gives me is soothing as I reck my mind and heart for anything other than numbness.

Quentin inquired, "What if that person still has all their hobbies, goes out a lot, and occasionally acts provocatively? Also, they only occasionally have suicidal tendencies. Could they be depressed?" Exasperated, Zion adjusted his glasses. "I believe you might've misunderstood me, Mr. Lowe. Let me put it this way; depression steals the light from a person's eyes. Their minds are filled with sadness and negative thoughts, and they prefer to be alone. If you were to look at their brain waves, you'd notice abnormalities. But from what you're telling me, it sounds like that person is probably pretending to be depressed." Quentin fell silent. Zion suggested, "Well, why don't you install a surv

Depression's heavy chains wrapped around me. In the darkness, I whispered: "I'm losing myself."