Depressed Quotes Novels & Stories

The joyful laughter of his children and the radiant smile of Sara were a distant echo in his mind, and every day he spent without them plunged him into unfathomable sadness. Mason withdrew from the world, closing himself in his own darkness. He couldn't bear the reality of his loss and took refuge in his thoughts and memories. The life he once knew had completely vanished, and he felt trapped in an abyss of pain and loneliness. Depression consumed him, and his spirits sank into a bottomless pit. Guilt and pain accompanied him everywhere, and each passing day pushed him further away from the life he once had. His friends and family tried to help him, but Mason had been plunged into such a dee

It's too unfair! I quit my job and stopped leaving my house, I don't even think I've been getting enough sunlight to be alive right now. I stopped eating and drinking, I was losing weight faster than anyone can imagine, and I was turning into bones. My hair became brittle, my lips completely chapped and dehydrated, and the shadows under my eyes were horrible. I didn't have any way to cope, depression had swallowed me whole. She was my only friend, my best friend and I refused to believe she was dead.

"You didn't want to, i....i threw myself....." "Don't say such silly things, don't say them to me and don't say them to yourself". He said cutting me short. "God, it's why you're so depressed. You always assume the very worst".

I squat close to the toilet seat and throw up every death called alcohol. I clean my mouth and wash my hands. I stare at my reflection and take in a sharp breath. I barely could see that cute girl smile back. Just a depressed fella who's trying to breathe amidst other people. My phone vibrates at the back of my pocket. I unlocked it and the text message almost made me faint.

Tears streamed down my face, mixing with bitter laughter. I was losing my grip. I stumbled to my feet, shattering the vase on my dresser. The sound of breaking glass was cathartic. More. I flung open my closet, ripping clothes from hangers. Sobbing, I tore through my room, destroying everything. Papers, books, photos – all scattered, shredded. My reflection stared back from the shattered mirror. A stranger, broken and shattered. I collapsed amidst the chaos, exhausted. Depression's heavy chains wrapped around me. In the darkness, I whispered: "I'm losing myself."

“Thanks for the help and message.” “Anything for you, I will hang up now, OK? Take care,” Manu bade and hung up. I became even more restless. I was simply depressed, Mother had tried her best to keep me up with the best hope quotes but nothing seems to cheer me up now. I just want to see Sidd. I wish to see him. Oh God, please help me.

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

I quiver and stared at the blood flowing down on my wrist. A thick harsh swallow, my throat felt so dry, so thick. A simple swallow turning into a war. Muscles tensing up in my shoulders, my teeth gritting and grinding as I tried to steady and control my tattered breath and shaking hands. Sweat droplets formed on my palms and numbness called attention to my hands. That night, I slept with a stinging pain on my wrist. And all I could think was, how could I end this life? "Depression is a mood or emotional state that is marked by feelings of low self-worth or guilt and a reduced ability to enjoy life."

I say softly. He chuckles genuinely. That’s the reaction I was hoping for. He looks pleased. “You think I’m hot?” He asks comically. His voice sounds raspy. I laugh lowly. “I mean..you’re alright.” I say jokingly. He smiles brightly and sits up on the bed. I sit up too. “I’m sorry.” I say again. I didn’t mean to get him all depressed. I have been depressed for a very long time and I don’t want anyone feeling that kind of darkness.

In Amber’s experience, rich and beautiful people were often the most lonely and depressed of all. Just like death itself, depression didn’t discriminate. It didn’t give a fuck about how old or young you were, your economic status, or where you came from. But it usually fucked up where you were going, without the proper support and treatment. Amber had seen many people in her life suffering from it. She had experienced the horror and devastation of post- partum depression herself, compounded by the pain of giving her son up. Even on her darkest days, Amber really didn’t want to die, she only wanted to stop the pain, and death seemed like the only way back then.