Depressed Sans Novels & Stories

Days blurred into nights as he sought solace at the bottom of liquor bottles, the intoxicating haze offering a temporary escape from his torment. Alcohol, a depressant, exacerbated his depressive state, impairing his judgment and intensifying feelings of sadness and hopelessness. His dependence on alcohol not only affected his mental health but also manifested in aggressive outbursts towards the household staff. Once a respected leader, Zayden became unpredictable and volatile, his erratic behavior instilling fear among those who served him.

Veronica's last sliver of hope had vanished and a wave of fear surged in her heart! “Thiago… I, I was away from you before. I had severe depression! You know all about this! When I was in the country, the condition was serious. I suffered a lot! I… I did many things that I couldn’t control! I didn’t even know what I was doing." At this point, Veronica could only bring up her “depression” again to invoke Thiago's sympathy. Thiago had also experienced hardships. He’d be relent on hearing that.

Lee in a deep voice, "How is he?" Dr. Lee, a middle-aged man in his forties with average build and black-framed glasses, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and tried to sound calm, "It's really strange. The assessment results from the last time clearly showed that Noah had signs of depressive tendencies. But just a few days later, the results are completely different. Not only does he not have depression, but he's also... um... unusually active. I think anyone could get depression, but he definitely won't."

buffers --------------------------------- Hump! Slumping on my bed, I heaved a content sigh. Today, was a hectic day, I had classes all day. I just wanted to come home and snuggle in my bed. Glancing at the clock, it was 4 in the evening. A little nap won't hurt, right? It’s been a week, since that day. Alpha Xavier shows that he is fine, but I know that it will still hurt. The wound was deep. Turning the other side, I prayed, and sleep consumed me. ----------------------------

The bits and pieces, coupled with the fact that Sarah was the world’s top psychologist, made him suspicious as well. “Sarah Neeson, don’t be ridiculous. I’m not sick. My mental state is very sane.” When Catherine saw how silent Shaun was, she suddenly felt uneasy. Hence, she hurriedly explained, “You guys pissed me off.” Sarah stared at her with sympathetic eyes. “No one with depression would admit their illness. Besides, you just had a miscarriage. I sincerely advise you to get treated as soon as possible.”

Tara didn’t respond, she knows whatever sad story he has to say to her, won't work on her. “I’ve been battling depression for a long time,” he said. “Long before my father died. I take my meds. I do what I’m supposed to do. But his death… it triggered something. That day, at the hospital… I wasn’t myself. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t function properly.” She looked at him, her face unreadable.

But not really. "She's not functional," he said quietly. "But she's not violent or suicidal or, at least I don't think she is. She's just... gone. Empty." "That's severe depression. Probably complicated by the PTSD you mentioned from Papua New Guinea. But Nate, that's not the same as needing to be institutionalized." Grayson paused. "Has the grief counselor recommended inpatient care?" "No. She recommended a psychiatrist who specializes in trauma and complicated grief. That's who we have been seeing."

"Don't insult me by pretending you don't know what it is, Adrian. These aren't healing me. They're breaking me down. Making me weak so I can't leave, can't think, can't reach out to anyone. You've been drugging me." He set the bottle down carefully, and sat on the edge of the bed. His hand reached for mine, but I yanked it back. "Sarah, you're not thinking clearly. Depression… it's making you paranoid. The nurse and I have only been following doctor's orders. This is a specialized treatment for severe cases like yours. To help you rest, to rebuild…"

I’ve heard that name from her many times before, but this is the first time that she told me that that Serene is also schizophrenic. “Really? Ano nangyari sa kan’ya?” She shrugged. “She’s damn depressed and she can’t admit it to herself. You know, nagkapatong-patong yung bigat ng loob niya. She decided to give up on her life. And while she’s planning to kill herself, an imaginary friend who contradicts her thoughts was made.” She smiled. “I even bought her book, Her Tranquility. Can you believe that one of the reasons that she’s depressed is that she can’t write the way she writes before? For her, writing is like breathing. If she can’t write, she feels like suffocating.” She heaved a deep s

"Adulf, this isn't some television drama, there's no fame in this. This is reality where nobody gives hell who you are--only three four people in your neighborhood. " "Now you speak my language--. " "These few people who happen to love you, you make their lives a living hell. Depression is a desease. A desease you've been living with 3 years now. " "The desease I know about is tipically unknowble right? "He flicked the empty butt of his ciger out of the window in the traffic"wrong though, I've been low all my life. "