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Waverly smiled and replied vaguely, "Stella is the most famous one out there." "For some people, if they have depression, they will express their negative feelings by throwing tantrums, becoming irritated and complaining. Those signs are actually cries for help. Some people who are depressed simply smile and participate in daily activities like others. They make the people around them feel as though they are doing well. However, in fact, they have already given up on helping themselves, which makes them the most dangerous type. You are incredibly dangerous," Boris said with worry. "I won't die easily. I still have a lot of things to do," Waverly said with a smile.

"I'm taking it day by day. Some are better than others." Alex nodded, his expression softening. "You've lost a lot of weight." It wasn't a question, so I didn't bother denying it. "I know. I'm trying to eat more." "Is it just stress, or...?" He left the question hanging. "The doctors call it situational depression," I admitted, turning to face him fully. "I'm on a waiting list for counseling, but apparently, 'my mate forgot I exist' isn't a standard case study in human psychology." I attempted a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.

but Chaos stopped me from continuing, knowing what I was about to say, “He’s a depressed idiot, with the cure within his reach but he’s too damn stupid to realize it.” “It’s hard to care about someone who won’t help themselves, huh?” Chaos’ forehead pressed against mine and he released a frustrated sigh, “Yeah. It is.”

I really do. I got up limping towards my bathroom. I soak my body in my tub-filled of cold water while the shower's running down. I stare at my own reflection. My face is so pale. My lips were dry and very deep dark circles under my eyes. I look like a mess. A perfect mess. What am I doing in myself? Why does my anxiety slowly turn into depression?

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.

Nancy had been in a gloomy mood since she came out of Brightstar. After returning home, she lay on the bed and felt as though she lacked the strength to do anything. It was especially so after she took out her phone and saw that Yaacob had yet to reply to her text. She could not help but feel even more depressed. During this period of time, she experienced one low after another, and she could confidently say that she felt worse now than when she was at rock bottom. Perhaps it was because her emotions were repressed then. Those unprocessed emotions had reached its limits and exploded.

I said Her voice was a little bit shaking and low She's been crying ...and hasn't eaten Just open the f***king door already! "Depressed?...am not depressed...I have an amazing job..a big manison... but sometimes Max" "Everyday seems pointless" Why is she sounding like this "I don't know what happened to you Penny.. but I wanna help you ...you're not like this "I struggled to open the door but it was fruitless "You think I don't miss me...I miss the old smiling me....I miss the girl who'd wake up with a family"

The only thing that I could rely on to have my back. "Maybe you can give us their names? We can dig around and see if we can find anything in their records. Where did you live?" I sighed and let the tears fall. They hit the mattress on either side of me as I tried to muster the strength to speak. I could feel the crushing weight of my depression, just like the day they died. I took in a shuddery breath before speaking.

I didn’t know it then, but I was depressed. I just thought I was broken. The first time I realized how bad it had gotten was the day I didn’t recognize myself in a photo. My friend had tagged me in a group picture from a small gathering I had forced myself to attend. Everyone else looked normal. Happy. Alive. And then there was me. I was smiling, but it didn’t reach my eyes. My posture was slumped. My energy looked… drained. Like someone had unplugged me from life and I was running on low battery.

I just couldn’t bring myself to delete them. My heart ached as I stared at Jeremy, and soon, tears began trickling down my cheeks one after the other. “I miss you, Jeremy,” I whispered, my heart clenching with pain in my chest. “I miss you so much.” I scrolled through more pictures, getting more and more depressed the more I scrolled, and soon, when my heart couldn’t take it anymore, my eyes fluttered close, and I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I woke up feeling even more depressed than last night. My head was pounding from all the crying I did, and if I didn’t move quickly enough, I would be late to work, which was the last thing I wanted.