Depressing Sayings Novels & Stories

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

I had the table nailed to the floor. “No. This is payback for all the evil you’ve committed. I’d burn you myself, but I don’t have time to spare on you. Have fun screaming your lungs out. And just so you know, depression doesn’t necessarily mean suicidal thoughts all the time. I sure as fuck never wanted to kill myself except for the one time I took the bullet that was meant for you. Maybe you should have invested in this property much better. You wouldn’t have ended up here. Who got misled by pussy now?”

She did, " I feel depressed many times, especially when I remember the past, I become very upset. I feel so bad and ask myself- is this life worth living? Is it worth all the trouble Iam going through? Sometimes I feel worthless as If my life has been destroyed, there are times I just panic, my heart starts beating fast without any reason" Her mother took her hand in hers, " I understand how you feel, but feeling depressed and wondering if life has worth living is very dangerous, when there is life, there is hope and moreover you are not worthless, you have much value, you will get over these soon" Maria sighed " sometimes my mind wanders about and I begin to think of so many things, but I w

"Well melancholy is quite normal among wolves" "Oh wow, such big words, and from you nonetheless". "I thought we were dropping the sarcasm ?" Martin rumbles, popping open a beer. "I am just trying to say that I know what you are going through. If it is any consolation you are not really depressed, it's just Your brain that is not able to follow the rest. You have turned on some buttons in the head that it wasn't built to use. On top of that you have gotten a massive overdose on every neurotransmitter in there. So your brain is a bit in need of a load up".

I said and she laughed at me, staring at me with an unbelievable. "You don't drink?"she asked with her arm crossed. I nodded my head affirmatively to her words and she shook her head with a sigh. "What do you suggest I should do to get a bit relieved?"I asked and she stared at me, rubbing her hand on her chin as she thought for some seconds. "Well, what I think you should do is. Go deep into a lonely and silent forest, stand in front of a tree and start punching till your fist bleeds. By that way you won't feel depressed,"she said and I stared at her with an uncertain look.

"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

I won't let him go back there. People say words can't hurt, but that's not true. Words get into your head and grow into something more. When someone constantly tells you what a loser you are or that you're worthless, then some people start believing it's true. When that happens, those people can fall into a depression that they may not be able to get out of. After we finish eating, we go outside holding hands. I begin leading him to my place and then stop. "Are your things at the hotel?" I ask him.

Theodore didn't want to hear her speak any longer. "No, I'm going to. If I don't say it, you'll only become more depraved!" "Depraved?!" Theodore bit out angrily. "What right do you have to say I'm depraved?!" "Aren't you? You keep seeking death again and again!" "Hahaha…!" Theodore laughed. "And that makes me depraved? What about you? Asking a man to vent his anger at you, yell at you, and hit you. Doesn't that make you depraved?"

he says. Was…. I lower my head. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” I say. I know it doesn’t begin to help, but what else can you say in these circumstances? “Loss,” he says, spitting out the word and almost laughing at it. “’Loss’ is not enough word for it.”

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.