Depressed Sayings Novels & Stories

His hands were balled up. She reached out, gently caressing his cheek, his beard was getting long and thick, the look in his eyes when she touched him, made her pull her hand away like he had swatted it off. She had tears in her eyes. "You are not crazy, having depression is perfectly normal in your situation, maybe if you did the exercises, if you saw progress, maybe you would feel better". "Just get it for fucks sake, it won't get better, it never will, I am worthless". He snapped at her, but his voice was gushing pain, and it hurt her.

He sobbed. " No, don't let the dark aura eat you alive, learn to rest not to quit, learn to love yourself, trust yourself, I will be here, my sister and I will always stay on your side, Joash, these are just obstacles that will challenge your strength as a person, learn to fight for it, learn to trust everything, days and nights you will suffer, depression will catch you up even in your dreams it will follow you, you'll get drunk of those thoughts, you'll get scared and you'll get weaker, but as long as you trust and love yourself, I'm sure you'll survive, stay strong, "

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.

“If you refuse to talk about him, do you know that you won't get better? Holding it in keeps you stuck.” “I've told you so many times that I don't have a problem,” I said, my voice shaking a bit now. The anger mixed with something softer and sadder. “I am not depressed, and he isn't the cause of my depression. It's not like that.” But even as I said it, doubt crept in. Was it?

Some would say—betrayal—by putting their trust in people who destroy it into minuscule pieces. Some would say—depression—because with it come thousands of emotions, leaving the mind in psychological torment. Some would say—loneliness: because of not having any person, friends, or anyone to talk to who actually would want to listen to what you wanted to say, as you matter to them.

I asked her and she rolled her eyes at me. “Would you answer me now?” She glared at me and I groaned. “Okay, it’s stupid, but you are right, it does have something to do with my illness, but what can I say? I’m so tired of feeling sad and being depressed all the time. I feel like I don’t have the energy to keep living...” It was true that this was ridiculous. It was so stupid.

She did, " I feel depressed many times, especially when I remember the past, I become very upset. I feel so bad and ask myself- is this life worth living? Is it worth all the trouble Iam going through? Sometimes I feel worthless as If my life has been destroyed, there are times I just panic, my heart starts beating fast without any reason" Her mother took her hand in hers, " I understand how you feel, but feeling depressed and wondering if life has worth living is very dangerous, when there is life, there is hope and moreover you are not worthless, you have much value, you will get over these soon" Maria sighed " sometimes my mind wanders about and I begin to think of so many things, but I w

It hurt so much my knees gave out. My whole body shook. I stumbled toward my mother's room. It was empty. A single letter rested on the pillow. My hands trembled as I opened it. [Dear Wilde,] [Don't be sad. Mom is just going to see your dad again.] [Mara is right. A life-saving debt is the hardest debt to repay. She saved me twice. Without her, I would've died a long time ago. But that debt is mine, not yours.] [You have your own future ahead of you. Don't let gratitude become your chains. Keep moving forward. Live a happy life.]

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.

Amber spoke with seriousness, "I am fucking devastated, so devastated, destroyed and broken and dead from inside that I have become numb. I don;t have anymore tears left to cry, I don't have energy to be sad, I don't have the strength to endure depression, I have became numb to everything. I am smiling because I can't cry anymore, my tears have all dried up, I am not sitting in a corner and staring outside the window like a depressed soul that I am is because I have done that for a lot of years and I am done.