Depressed Quotes Novels & Stories

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace. Depression is a poison of the heart and mind. It spreads like rust and tarnishes the soul, corroding its way through to the core until you begin to diminish, fall into ruin, beyond salvation, into this pit of despair that you can't crawl out from. The voices grow louder here; they are repetitive, grinding you down until all that's left is to accept your fate. They're right. What am I? I am nothing. I have nothing left. I am worthless. I am better off dead.

’ I thought. And with anguish overwhelming my soul and stealing my ability to think, I spend my night barely awake and tears refusing to spill or evaporate. “Athena? You are late. Wake up.” The door knocked and Jax called. Realizing I was in the same position for a long time, I forced myself to stand from the ground and went to the bathroom to freshen up and focus my attention on work so it would shift my mind. But to no avail. My depression was crystal clear through my empty gaze. I was not myself.

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

Now I was going to let it rob my own life. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Note To The Readers: Please, please, please seek help from people you trust or are professionals if you feel depressed. Sometimes we never know when life takes a U-turn and hits us really hard but we do know that nothing can break us except for ourselves !

The days after the court's decision felt like a never-ending twilight. The weight of being removed from my position at Whitney Corporation and the devastating news about my infertility plunged me into a deep, suffocating depression. It felt as though the very foundation of my life had crumbled beneath me, leaving me adrift in a dark sea.

Mу dеѕіrе fоr thаt wоmаn іnvаdеѕ my thoughts nіght and dау. This depression is not lіkе mе аt all. I’m usually аll асtіоn. Frаnklу, іt’ѕ unсоmfоrtаblе. Nоt officially working thе саѕе іѕ hаrd fоr me.

He lifts the one, greying brow. "I was thinking about Levi. My head was spinning with anxiety and I just felt so, so lonely and empty. I felt like all my joy was just spilling out of my body." I describe, realizing just how true my words are. I really do feel just so absolutely tired and...depressed? Like something is missing from my soul. I hate how I know exactly who it is.

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.

I reply. “By all the gods of all religions!” Cynthia exclaims. “Are you going to stick with it? You have to get over that stupid. Depression is not going to get you anywhere.” “I'm not depressed,” I blurt out, in my defense. “It's just that I don't have much of an appetite.” “You've been saying the same thing for weeks,” Cynthia says, getting up from her chair and going over to a basket on the foundation. “At least eat this apple. Oh my God!” She adds, throwing the fruit at me so I can catch it.