Depressed Sayings Novels & Stories

Satisfied smiles and agreements. "Truly, depression is scary. I was so upset. I feel like... I was all alone by myself. I lose appetite and even my interest to things. I feel like---the whole world is against me. Rejecting me. I was confused. To my friends, why? I know how it hurts when you badly want to share your problems to somebody but what they returned was cold shoulders. It really hurts. Every minute, my thoughts are bugging me, and it makes me cry. It saddens my heart. I feel so lonely. The worst feeling is when you want to say something but can't because nobody will listen. There is nothing more painful to that. I feel so heavy. I feel so tired even though I'm not doing anything at

Depression's heavy chains wrapped around me. In the darkness, I whispered: "I'm losing myself."

Silas I've been down bad, worse than I ever imagined I could be. I'm stuck in it—a depressive spiral that keeps dragging me deeper and deeper. Days blur together, a haze of gray. I force myself through the motions of work, put on the mask everyone expects from me, but at the end of the day, I'm hollow and wrung out. By the time I drag myself into bed, I don't bother pretending anymore. I just let the silence swallow me whole.

"I am so ashamed." "What are you ashamed of? Stop thinking. Just do what you do best. Besides, you're depressed right now. I know. That's why you need your rest. You can go crazy with your thoughts and your shame. You even have the look of a madman right now. So to keep that from happening, you need to take more walks, admire nature, and be happy to see how your son is changing every day." "I don't even know what to say," Adelard said. "Don't say anything. I know what you want to say. You'd better not say anything."

It was obvious he was weary the moment he gulped the shot. “Only sad folks drink that way.” I said, rubbing my palm against my forehead. That was the hypocrisy I exhibited when I myself was sad and drunk. “Nah, I'm way more than that. Just disappointed.” “In who?” He gulped another, “In what?, you should ask.” “I'm all ears.” I wrestled with my woven bracelet. “Disappointed in that thing called love. Love is shit.” He chuckled. A chuckle that one could easily tell he was depressed and in extreme pain. Emotional pain.”Cheers to us that believe love sucks.”

“Help me… moon goddess, please.” I laid back on the bed, watching the ceiling as before. There was nothing I didn't think of and the more those thoughts came to my head, the more the feeling of depression washed over me anew. I tried to get some shut eye but that wasn’t even helping matters. “Are you okay?”

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

"You didn't want to, i....i threw myself....." "Don't say such silly things, don't say them to me and don't say them to yourself". He said cutting me short. "God, it's why you're so depressed. You always assume the very worst".

Grief has a way of making us act without thinking, as long as it matches the pain we feel inside. My grandfather's death was sudden and unexpected, and it's left me feeling empty and lost. For months, I've been trapped in a fog of depression, my days blending into each other in a monotonous cycle of sadness. I see the world through tinted glasses of gray, and the once bright and colorful world is now dull and lifeless.

she said as she entered the shop and closed the door behind her. I was left alone, speechless. However, I didn't have the strength to get angry. I had to save my energy to fight for my job, if there was still anything I could save… I almost fell asleep on a bus and was close to missing my stop. I got out and started to think of myself as a dead man walking the closer I was to the office. I entered the building and felt like my steps were getting heavier. By the time I reached my desk, I found the air around so depressing that I could almost hear Mozart's funeral march playing.