Novel & Cerita Depressing Realizations

"That's impossible! I'm very positive and bright. I can adjust myself well. You see, my mental state is also normal. Are you kidding me?" "Noah looked at her and said in disappointment, ""Having depression does not mean you will feel sad and sorrow all day long, or that you'll seek death and suicide. Your mental state has been unstable since losing your child. Also, you can't sleep well every night, and even if you fall asleep, you will wake up quickly. You are afraid of being, but you will lock yourself in the room all morning. Look, you think that you're in control of your emotions, but you are actually sick. Deborah, you should let Walter know all this.""" "No! We can't let him know! He

Mishka opened his diary again and reading each sentence again, she was coming to the conclusion that she was recovered from her long time depression. The self-realization that she was not suffering from depression anymore spread a wide smile on her face. Surely, Christian did this experiment to check on her state and when she did not react, he pulled the last string bringing her mental health in the conversation and unknowingly she passed.

That’s when I literally realized how far humans could go for getting what they were obsessed for. For the past one year, I had been dealing with shits in my life. Depression was on peak and above that, the curse I had fallen upon myself was incurable. Whom to blame?? Life is full of ups and downs and when it itself throws you down, you fall to a level even below the underworld. And I was still stuck in that level waiting to climb back up, freeing myself from the curse.

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.

Theodore looks up “…What now?” And then Reality itself trembles Not breaking Not shifting Reacting To something approaching Something even all of this Wasn’t meant to awaken

She was gone. Didn't want him anymore. Vincent charged it, ripped it down, smashed it to the floor. He punched his own smiling face, over and over. Even when the glass sliced deep and blood dripped, he didn't stop. Like breaking it could undo everything. Only when it was unrecognizable did he finally quit. He staggered toward the living room—then froze. Next to the trash, something caught his eye. He knelt, picked up a few torn scraps. And then he saw it—two words that knocked the air out of him: [Marriage Certificate].

she added with obvious concern as she rushed around her large reception desk toward me. I steadied myself on a nearby chair my fingers sinking into the fabric. I stood taller, feigning the strength I wanted to possess as the room around me tilted. The polished oak floor was a fast-moving river, flowing beneath my precarious footing. I pulled my hand back. The furnishings were liquid and the walls alive. Rationally, I knew that wasn't true, but their movement both fascinated and terrified me as I took off my sunglasses and blinked away the illusion. Only seconds later, the wild carousel I'd been riding slowed, the music softening as Natalie's words finally held meaning. "Yes, Natalie. I'm fin

"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."

What did I do wrong? Before I could say anything more, they slammed the door at me! I couldn't control myself, I started crying again. The thought of loosing these people for an unknown reason was killing me. Did Jack feel the same way about me? He wasn't even there. What did I do to Sam and Jessica that they treated me this badly? Still crying, I forced myself to leave. I walked towards my uber who was parked outside the house. The driver questioned my condition but I didn't answer. I was too depressed at that point. I never felt like this before.

Mу dеѕіrе fоr thаt wоmаn іnvаdеѕ my thoughts nіght and dау. This depression is not lіkе mе аt all. I’m usually аll асtіоn. Frаnklу, іt’ѕ unсоmfоrtаblе. Nоt officially working thе саѕе іѕ hаrd fоr me.