Depressed Writer Novels & Stories

He replied and walked out of my office. I took a deep breath while closing my eyes trying to control my anger, I took my phone and strolled out of my office. *** Davina's POV:- Wiping my tears I turned to the other side of the bed, sometimes I wondered how I ended up like this, Alone, depressed and lonely. Life can be cruel sometimes, and all we can do is move on. "Davina" I heard Bella calling me out while knocking on the door, I sighed and slowly got up from my bed. I made my way towards the door, "Davina!" she called again followed by knocks.

I got confused. “What else could I be depressed about?” I asked her. “I don’t know. Have you been keeping up with your journal?” The whole journal thing was her suggestion. “Ya, I have.” I answered to her. She asked a follow up question. “Anything you may have recently written could be the reason.” I tried to remember what I wrote recently and the last time I wrote was two weeks ago about what I wished for. I stayed silent for a while and answered her. “The most recent thing I wrote is about what I wished I would be when I reached twenty four.”

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.) Second day of work and I already feel like quitting. After all of the hardships I went through yesterday, I do not think I had the frame of mind to go through that again. I felt depressed and anxious about today. I woke up at five this morning, it is now seven o’clock and I am still in bed. It was so tempting to just lay in bed and lock off the world, but I knew that if I succumbed to my depression, there is no getting out of it within three working days.

REGINA ACKNOWLEDGMENTS In the hardest situation that I found myself many years ago I could know a great truth, because it is the moment in which I was more needy, things seemed much worse and I believed that there is no way out of that hole in which I found myself but the truth is that when one is more needy is that people move away, I knew that it was only a matter of time before my life would be lost in the nothingness, I had no illusions and I had no dreams, the only thing I had was a lot of problems on my shoulder. All this had resulted in a great depression, the depression that I had for many years and as a result of that same depression I could not even eat well and I lost weight so mu

“My ex- wife has him. I get to see him on the weekends.” “Like visitation?” “Yes.” “Hmm,” she said, contemplating his situation. “Is she the reason you don’t want to get involved with anyone?” She heard him shift in his chair, as if the subject was uncomfortable for him. “You could say that.” “The wounds of the scorned run deep, like valleys of eternal fire, scorching the heart to an abyss of abandon.” “Alfred Taylor?” Rai nodded. “The works I read when I’m truly depressed,” she laughed. Sadly, it was not far from the truth. The author had a way with words that reached deep into a person’s soul.

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

James' POV The thing about depression. It comes at you slowly, It's kinda like grief. First,you denied it,then you realize you've been empty on the inside all along. You're reaching out to a version of you that no longer exist. It's quiet. It's tint. It's corrupted in your mind.

To know that there are people who were actually interested in what I had written still blows my mind. As you know I haven't updated this story in a while. First I was stuck in a week or week and a half long bought of depression. I've struggled with that and anxiety ever since I was in high school, I just didn't know what it was at the time. I have been on medication which helps however I just get into this little rough patches where I just don't want to do anything. Not clean my house, cook any food, not write, nothing. It sucks a lot to be honest.

To know that there are people who were actually interested in what I had written still blows my mind. As you know I haven't updated this story in a while. First I was stuck in a week or week and a half long bought of depression. I've struggled with that and anxiety ever since I was in high school, I just didn't know what it was at the time. I have been on medication which helps however I just get into this little rough patches where I just don't want to do anything. Not clean my house, cook any food, not write, nothing. It sucks a lot to be honest.

I can use something better with the wretch instead of killing her. “Mr. Owen, I want to hire a writer, a little help for I am getting a little tired and bored due to mental block sometimes. If I continue to write garbage, your wife wouldn’t be pleased. I will hire her as my ghost writer, and she’ll not going to deny my offer.” For human like her couldn’t reject a huge amount of money. “She will be a great help into my writings.” @Death Wish