Novel & Cerita Depressing Sayings

I know I can do better, she thought sourly. “What’s up with you, Heather? You’ve been acting all gloomy lately. Come on, you should be more upbeat. You’re Heather Langston for God’s sake! You were iconic on campus, and everyone wanted to be like you. You shouldn’t think less of yourself,” Leon cheered presently. He could tell how dejected and unsure she was of herself these days. If this carried on, it would only be a matter of time before she spiraled into depression. Presently, Heather stretched out like a starfish on the bed and mused woefully, “Oh, how meaningless life has become!” She had no qualms about dwelling in sadness, not when she had Leon next to her.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

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.

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.

Dearest children, I hope you are both doing well. I've been meaning to talk to you both for some time now, but I haven't exactly found the time to do so because I have been really busy. Anyway, I wanted to tell you guys that I have been so depressed lately, so much so that I even thought of taking my own life on several occasions, but I guess I'm a coward and I can never exactly go through with it.

Somehow, the sight of him struggling to speak was fuelling me with agitation and anxiousness. "I have something to say, but I'm not sure you'll like it," he admitted. My stomach pulled in a knot but I smiled either way, "Your honesty is deeply appreciated." "You smile a lot these days, your Highness," he pointed out with a watchful glance of my face. "It's strange. I just find myself doing it-" "It's a sign of something called 'depression'" he dropped it out there in a levelled and casual tone and all I could do was freeze and blink at him in shock.

Neither of us was in a hurry to push anything too fast, right? "We can, but I'd rather not dive back into depression." He let out a long sigh. "This place sucks without her here. Everything I eat tastes like shit, my job isn't fun anymore and to be honest... I don't wanna get up tomorrow morning and pretend that everything is good when it's not." "Then fix it. You're a smart guy. Fix it."

I asked her and she rolled her eyes at me. “Would you answer me now?” She glared at me and I groaned. “Okay, it’s stupid, but you are right, it does have something to do with my illness, but what can I say? I’m so tired of feeling sad and being depressed all the time. I feel like I don’t have the energy to keep living...” It was true that this was ridiculous. It was so stupid.

I’m an awful person. I set aside the bowl of fruit I was trying to eat. I’m not really in the mood. It’s been like this for a while now. Matthew says it’s because I’m depressed. Whatever made me happy before, that’s all gone now. I just can’t seem to get back up. Never in my life did I think food wouldn’t solve all my problems like it used to. No matter how tough the situation was before, place a plate of meat in front of me and I’d be glad. Even a bloody face won’t stop me from scarfing down some food.

Yes, call us attention seekers but we do need attention. Be careful with your words. Because you don't know what others’ going through unless you experienced it yourself. That's what I learn. Do not make fun of people that are suffering from depressions. Suicide and depression is not a joke at all. Sometimes, the most loud and happy in the group is the one that's suffering and fighting with their own silent battles. Be aware of your surroundings, people. … “Hey, I'm really sorry if I left you there alone,” Moli apologize. She'd been apologizing non-stop even if I told her that it was fine.