Depressed Sayings Novels & Stories

I know I can do better, she thought sourly. “What’s up with you, Heather? You’ve been acting all gloomy lately. Come on, you should be more upbeat. You’re Heather Langston for God’s sake! You were iconic on campus, and everyone wanted to be like you. You shouldn’t think less of yourself,” Leon cheered presently. He could tell how dejected and unsure she was of herself these days. If this carried on, it would only be a matter of time before she spiraled into depression. Presently, Heather stretched out like a starfish on the bed and mused woefully, “Oh, how meaningless life has become!” She had no qualms about dwelling in sadness, not when she had Leon next to her.

"They say I'm the one who's driving everyone away. It might be true. I went through periods that I don't recommend to anyone. I'm not just saying it physically, but psychologically as well. To this day there are days when all I want most in the world is to stop breathing. And that's terrible. I know. It's terrible that I'm wasting my life, while there are children who do everything to live and don't have the same conditions. But my head has become as big a mess as anything in my life. But they don't understand.” "Do you have depression? "Questioned the stranger. I shook my head, in doubt. "Well, most people who go to my bar believe that there is nothing more therapeutic than laughing while f

They were everywhere. Every single time I got depressed, I have always heard this self condemning voices, they come when am at my miserable state, they trigger me to self harm, and many of the times I listen to them, cause they were like demons who ruled me, I also know that they want nothing good for me, but...but aren't they right to think so? "I have already told you, none, no single fucking body can tolerate you this long" "You would die alone!" "And no one would even attend your fucking funeral, It would be a celebration instead"

"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."

I stuttered. He nodded. "I hate to say this but that's how I see it. You see, you are on a verge of being depressed because of your emotions you couldn't handle. I understand, the situation, the zombies are shaking you up. But that doesn't make a good excuse to be a distraction and a burden to your man. He may not say it, and he may not think you are a distraction to him, but you are."

She would keep going into severe depression since Deuta’s death. “The small hole his glabella keeps coming back,” she would often say. The anti-depressants she took would make her restless, often leading her into never-ending yelling sprees. In those moments she would tell the entire world what household chores Nisim and I could have learnt doing better in the time we spent with our individual pursuits. Nisim and I would remain quiet, often trying to find something to do, like doing the dishes or dusting the living room.

Chapter 15 “And she embraced the chaos as it painTed her life with purpose” JH.HARD Will I ever be happy? Will I ever be fine? I lost my hope within this time. I tried my best to be okay, But I never felt that anyway. I was on my way to a new beginning, Then this depression started getting in. Today my tears slowed for a moment And the words began to flow,so I want to talk to you mama about all the things that I think you should know

He no longer had the energy to lift his spirits up. Thinking of the memories between them, he felt like his heart had been slashed by a knife. He did not have the energy to manage the company anymore. Every single day, he drank himself into oblivion, allowing the depression to take over his mind. Gradually, rumors about him becoming dispirited started to fester. Even the media was shocked. There were all kinds of assumptions.

“So you’re saying this is my fault? That I... want to fail?” “No.” My wolf’s voice softens, hardly more than a whisper now. “I’m saying that you can’t let this single setback plunge you into another depression.” I stand, leaving the stain on the floor, deciding that it’s a problem for future Abby. “I’m just… Tired,” I say, flopping down onto the couch again. “It’s not fair.” “Nothing is fair. It doesn’t mean you just give up and wallow when things go your way.”

(Asher’s POV) I took a long cold shower while tuning a loud uplifting music—a routine I would always do when I’m down. My mother said that feeling depressed and anxious is okay, it was a sign that you’re thinking about your well-being, but the moment it passed the threshold where it’s supposed to be and started devouring your mentality, that was when you should put it to a stop. Because of that, cold shower and uplifting music are my muse to put a halt to these depressing feelings.