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The weight of this loss pressed down on my chest, suffocating me, as though I were trapped in the deepest depths of the ocean, unable to swim to the surface. Days turned into weeks, filled with restless nights and endless searching. The anxiety consumed me, gnawing at my every thought. I could feel my spirit breaking, my once vibrant demeanor fading into the shadows. I was falling into a maddening abyss of depression, and I couldn't find the strength to claw my way out.

Because I am his student and he is my professor, he said it is wrong. He cares but me… Care, my ass! I am too hurt to even think about it. Seeing me doing make-up at the moment, no one will understand that I am newly depressed, I am feeling very sad, but this is the truth. There are some people who are very fond of showing their sadness — their depressed faces. It has become a trend to post this on social media, to forcefully draw out tears until the mascara and foundation start scattering down together, mixing into each other and making you look horrible but I won't do it at any cost.

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

"Yes, Perer. If you would mind telling me, please do." "Today, I thought about my depression and how it has been eating me slowly. Do you know what depression is?" "Yes I do," the therapist replied. "Well," I continued. "My depression has been feeding on me slowly. It has taken total control of my body and it is washing me away. Today, I heard the sound of the drum in my bedroom. The sound was not sharp neither was it clear. It was just there. It was from the sound of the drum that I learnt how long it takes for someone to die before he realize he is dead."

Janet's POV The cemetery was quiet at night. I stood in the shadows of a distant tree, watching Jason sit in front of my headstone. He'd lost a lot of weight. His hair had turned gray. A man under forty, but he looked fifty. He had a bottle in his hand, drinking and talking as he went. "Janet, I went to see a therapist today." "He said I'm depressed. Told me to take pills." "I said I don't need them. I just miss you."

He always turns something innocent into something pathetic just to make me feel worthless. “I hope she cries tomorrow. Honestly, I need something to upload on my YouTube channel, and nothing’s as catchy as an eighteen-year-old crying on her first day of college. The caption will be something like—” Caden puts his hands under his chin, pretending to think. “Déjà vu for Mad. She started her education as a crybaby and is wrapping it up with the same attitude, only it has worsened. For now, she’s turned into a pseudobulbar.” He grins.

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"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 felt numb.My identity changed in a short course of time! People begun to assume me as an unfit man.who can't do anything now..who would no longer creative. " Nicola, mi porti in cabina(Nicola please take me to my cabin) "I whispered slowly. In the cabin,I was sitting on my chair with closed eyes. I am depressed .I don't know why everything is going wrong with me. I was struggling hard to forget his words. Tears were rolling down endlessly from my eyes. Suddenly I heard the clicking sound of doorknob.

Mike echoed “ Don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t know you were such a Debbie Downer. Like I really don’t get why you would think that you should be burning in this self-loathing and depression, like let me tell you, it seriously feels Ike someone has kicked me in the balls and I don’t even have balls. “ Mike lowered the can of beer but he didn’t look at her nor did he speak.