Depression Chat Novels & Stories

I opened our conversation and began to iMessage him. Me: Hi. Are u busy? I need help :( I waited for a few minutes for him to reply and I feel very depressed when he didn't even answer back. I stared at my laptop whose touchpad isn't even working anymore. Fuck that hot coffee! And fuck that little girl who already ruined my night. If she wasn't only a little girl, I already yelled at her. It's been twenty minutes. "Fuck." I cussed. Me: Gageyyyyyy :(

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.

Being away from school and the buzz of drama is what I have needed for the longest time. I have been ignoring my social media platforms, my fans have expressed concerns over videos of the alleged depressed model. Perhaps it’s true, maybe I am depressed in the small corners of the mind. I try to be active and productive during my depression, doing things like art, photography, and yoga get my mind flowing.

“Usually, after an energy vampire sticks to its victim, it loses consciousness and becomes depressed. But your friend behaves very aggressively and tries to leave the hospital. “Chris and depression are two incompatible things,” I laughed, remembering my friend's antics. - For example, when a guy left her, instead of drinking wine, like all women, she drank vodka and crashed my motorcycle. The motorcycle was in the trash, and she got up, dusted herself off and then went to the bar to fill in her “woe”. She has more stamina than all of us in the department combined. “Interesting,” the Fox whispered thoughtfully, turning to the window.

I liked having someone else to talk to about this stuff. "Why depressed?" He furrowed his brows. "That's not for me to share." Ash doesn't need me telling everyone that he's been rejected. Dex stared at me a while as if that would help reveal the answer. After a while he stopped and moved on to ask another question. "Fine, don't tell me. Is that all that's bothering you?" He looked at me for a while as if he could read my every facial expression like a book. Which is starting to feel like he can. Hunter's face came into mind for a moment. I pushed the memory aside replacing it with the thought of Toni and I this morning.

“You stay hating yourself for not doing anything even though you know that it's not that you're being useless, it's that there's nothing you can do but lay there and wait to feel normal again.” Hunter nodded. “I get you.” “So, when you see me acting like this, crazy, you might think, that's just me trying to stay happy. To keep the depression away.” Hunter didn't think that running red robots and trying to re-fuck someone that was working for her father was a good way of trying to stay out of the depression, but he didn't say anything. “I see someone. Twice a month when I'm normal and like twice a week when I'm depressed, and sometimes more when they think I'm becoming suicidal.”

“If you refuse to talk about him, do you know that you won't get better? Holding it in keeps you stuck.” “I've told you so many times that I don't have a problem,” I said, my voice shaking a bit now. The anger mixed with something softer and sadder. “I am not depressed, and he isn't the cause of my depression. It's not like that.” But even as I said it, doubt crept in. Was it?

It took Charles a while to react, but eventually, he replied, “Thank you, Riley. I appreciate what you said.” He pulled away and wiped Riley’s face, saying, “I have something to tell you.” When Riley nodded, Charles admitted, “I have been suffering from depression ever since I learned of your mother’s death. I see a psychiatrist regularly to keep myself in check.” “When I found Leni, I thought she would cure me, and there was a time when I actually thought I was happy. However, as Leni grew older, and we began to disagree on many things, the depression kept coming back,” Charles narrated his struggles in the past years.

"I'm taking it day by day. Some are better than others." Alex nodded, his expression softening. "You've lost a lot of weight." It wasn't a question, so I didn't bother denying it. "I know. I'm trying to eat more." "Is it just stress, or...?" He left the question hanging. "The doctors call it situational depression," I admitted, turning to face him fully. "I'm on a waiting list for counseling, but apparently, 'my mate forgot I exist' isn't a standard case study in human psychology." I attempted a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.

Amber spoke with seriousness, "I am fucking devastated, so devastated, destroyed and broken and dead from inside that I have become numb. I don;t have anymore tears left to cry, I don't have energy to be sad, I don't have the strength to endure depression, I have became numb to everything. I am smiling because I can't cry anymore, my tears have all dried up, I am not sitting in a corner and staring outside the window like a depressed soul that I am is because I have done that for a lot of years and I am done.