Depressed Quotes Novels & Stories

doctor said "now she is ok but if this depression continues her body is too weak to accept it then it may become dangerous for her life" we dont know what to say what the hell she did wrong everytime she has to face problems why god also not showing mercy on her then doctor said "you people can go inside and see her" we went inside to see her we are broken by seeing her face it became pale everyone envy of her beauty but now all her charms gone due to one person she became pale like a dead body why god why

“Come on, just a sip.” “Oh…no.” I insist. “Yeah…I want to… feel this ‘feeling’ sober. I guess you could say that.” I finish as I gesture at the gravestones around us. “Nothing gets people recognising their mortality like the dead and dying.” He utters before taking a swig. “So, how do you deal with this?” “‘This’ as in existential depression?” “No!” I chuckle slightly. Have we ever had such a light conversation before? It feels good.

It gnawed at me like a constant ache, a reminder of the void that Cassidy’s absence had left behind. The heaviness of my thoughts feels like an anchor dragging me down into the depths of my own mind. It's as if I'm trapped in a never-ending darkness, a place where hope struggles to exist. Depression is a relentless specter that clings to every corner of my being. Its grip tightens with every passing moon, making even the simplest tasks feel like insurmountable mountains. The moon hangs high in the sky as I stand before Beta Achilles, the silver light casting an ethereal glow upon his masculine figure.

“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

Christopher sat on the couch by the window, his solitary figure somehow making the room feel even emptier. Compared to the night before, he looked as though the last trace of life had been drained from him. His face was deathly pale, and the dark circles beneath his eyes had grown even more pronounced. Amelia's heart tightened, and the words she was about to say vanished. She stared at him, her lips parting as she struggled to find the words. "You..." As she struggled to continue, Jessica's words suddenly came back to her. His depression was already severe. That was right. He was sick.

Glass by glass I got closer to the place where my worries and depression would let me breathe and I would get relief from the pain I felt cutting deep into my heart. After a couple of drinks, I was smiling at my misery. Laughing at my depression and making jokes about my pain. The feeling was still as good as it used to feel. I had numerous drinks I was drunk to a stupor all in my pursuit of freedom from the depression haunting my sanity. Hours later, I suddenly felt the urge to leave and go home. With that urge, I stood up staggering like I was crippled. The bartender advised me to stay back, but I was running away from the memories I had with Natalia in the back rooms.

"I hate selfishness and don't want to be that to you. I hate that you are depressed." "I am not depressed," I argued, which made her narrow her eyes at me. "Okay, just a little bit. I guess things are not great for me right now, I hate it when I believe in something so strongly and it doesn't go well for me, but I cannot let my joy depend on something short-lived right? It has to be with me so that as long as I am well, I can happy. That is what it's got to be right now." Enough was enough.

She would keep going into severe depression since Deuta’s death. “The small hole his glabella keeps coming back,” she would often say. The anti-depressants she took would make her restless, often leading her into never-ending yelling sprees. In those moments she would tell the entire world what household chores Nisim and I could have learnt doing better in the time we spent with our individual pursuits. Nisim and I would remain quiet, often trying to find something to do, like doing the dishes or dusting the living room.

Now it’s my turn again. “Depression, that’s what we’re talking about. We rarely talk about this matter because we sometimes thought that whoever is depressed are ill. Is it an illness? No, it’s a state. A state where we no longer find meaning with everything that we do. We lose interest and we barely understand what’s going on around with you and your life. Suicidal thoughts, that is an alarming effect of depression and we have to talk about it. Sometimes we are placed in a situation where we don’t know who to talk to or who to approach to what’s going on with you if you couldn’t speak about it with your family or you couldn’t find comfort from a friend then, a stranger can listen to you and

She did, " I feel depressed many times, especially when I remember the past, I become very upset. I feel so bad and ask myself- is this life worth living? Is it worth all the trouble Iam going through? Sometimes I feel worthless as If my life has been destroyed, there are times I just panic, my heart starts beating fast without any reason" Her mother took her hand in hers, " I understand how you feel, but feeling depressed and wondering if life has worth living is very dangerous, when there is life, there is hope and moreover you are not worthless, you have much value, you will get over these soon" Maria sighed " sometimes my mind wanders about and I begin to think of so many things, but I w