Depressed Sayings Novels & Stories

Elliott took a deep breath, fiddling with the frayed end of her jean jacket, it was cold in the doctor’s office, it seemed she left the Ac on full blast despite the light snow falling outside. She shrugged, a pathetic rise and fall of her shoulders “I feel like I’m depressed” Sybian sighed and clicked off her pen, giving the forlorn woman her full attention “Depression is not something to be taken lightly Elliott” Silence fell over the pair until she spoke up again, her voice a teary whisper “I’m not happy doctor” she paused to sniffle, wiping at the tears that welled over her eyes and dripped onto her sleeve, she watched the fabric absorb the moisture “I don’t feel happy in the slightest”

The days after the court's decision felt like a never-ending twilight. The weight of being removed from my position at Whitney Corporation and the devastating news about my infertility plunged me into a deep, suffocating depression. It felt as though the very foundation of my life had crumbled beneath me, leaving me adrift in a dark sea.

I deserve everything going on now, it's all my fault, now karma is paying me back. I need her, but where will it come from? I am all on my own now, I have never felt these miserable. I don't have a single appetite to eat or take anything, I feel so not good. Since yesternight, I have not been myself at all, I have not been able to even take a sip of wine or water. I think I might be falling into depression, these is one of my darkest time. I have never felt so depressed and weak , I feel miserable and in all, I think I might deserve it all. I did this myself, I am now bearing the consequences.

Kendra says, using her fingers to draw soothing lines on my back. I know she’s trying her best to make me feel okay, but no matter how hard she tries to lift my spirits, the cloud of depression has settled over me. “How about we go for a walk or grab a coffee? It might help clear your mind. I mean, the day is still young and I don’t want you wallowing in your feelings and feeling sorry for yourself” she says “I appreciate the offer, Kendra, but I can't. I can't face the world right now… I mean, damn… if I had my way, I’ll stay within the four corners of the hospital bed and I wouldn’t even bother about leaving”

The weight of his betrayal and the degradation heaped upon me threatened to drown me in a sea of despair. As I sink to the ground, the desolation around me mirrors the desolation within. The cold, unforgiving earth beneath me seems to absorb my pain, offering no solace in return. I sit there, a broken figure in a desolate landscape, my sobs echoing in the emptiness.

She shrugs as if that's the best answer she could come up with. “It all felt easy and clicked into place. Me and Jyeon, Yoonah, mother… it felt like many loose ends were tied up, and I should be happy, so why this? Why do I keep finding a reason to feel mad for nothing?” I have every possible thing to be on top of the world for, but instead, I’m depressed, lacking a better word to describe what I’m feeling.

I say softly. He chuckles genuinely. That’s the reaction I was hoping for. He looks pleased. “You think I’m hot?” He asks comically. His voice sounds raspy. I laugh lowly. “I mean..you’re alright.” I say jokingly. He smiles brightly and sits up on the bed. I sit up too. “I’m sorry.” I say again. I didn’t mean to get him all depressed. I have been depressed for a very long time and I don’t want anyone feeling that kind of darkness.

‘Every treasure turns to tragedy’ ‘But every treasure turns to tragedy’ 'Cause all they ever seem to do is bury me’ ‘They say, "How could you be depressed?’ ‘You don't know how much you're blessed’ ‘You got all this and more, how could you say that you're stressed?’ ‘It's embarrassing, but they're right, when they all say I'm a mess’ ‘Wearing all my success like failure is what I do best’ I was singing when my phone rang on the bench. Looking at the clock on the wall, I furrowed my brow. It was just about to be noon.

It's not going to be easy, It has never been. It's going to get harder, But you've always been strong, Now you're stronger. You're a role model, To all who broke, All who is hurting. All who died in depression, All who began to live, As the walking dead. You're hope, You're life. You're light, To the broken. Revel in that, little brother. I heard him sniff as he regained his composure, and I spoke from the depths of my heart.

Disadvantage of having a Psychology major for a sister: she knows you more than you know yourself. "And hell, you don't even know why," I let her continue. "You have everything going on for you. And still, you feel helpless. You feel as if you're not in control. This feeling. This web of numbness. It's hard to convince people of what you're feeling. Because you yourself don't even fully understand why. But I understand. Depression is a motherfucker. It creeps on you whenever it feels like it. And stays as long as it wants. As long as it needs. Depression is a motherfucker. A bastard not willing to let you go. It's out to get you, to destroy you. To rain on you. But you must be stronger than