Depression Chat Novels & Stories

Depression is a disease that has no cure. May Allah protect us from it __________________________________ Tehzeeb woke up with headache because she couldn't sleep throughout the night. After praying she didn't have the strength to check on her parents so she laid down to rest for a while maybe the headache might reduce Umma finished her morning azkar and she had not seen Tehzeeb so she got worried and decided to check on her because it was unlike her. She walked to Tehzeeb's room and saw her laying down

"Isn't that silly?" Raeleigh shook her head. "It's not. But I can't understand why... if your Mom can't drink and will be in more pain if she drinks, didn't you stop her? If it went on, then her body wouldn't have been able to stand it even if nothing happened." "Drinking and smoking are ways of coping with depression," Xanthus answered. Raeleigh was stunned by his words. "Depression?" He nodded. "My Mom suffered severe depression after losing her daughter. The illness was terrible and torturous. Even the best psychiatrists in the world can't cure her."

I shift in my seat, “Unless you have more to talk about this session, then I’ll give you a list to take home. You can have a look online and see which ones interest you and will discuss it in the next session?” I nod, “Thank you. I do have a few things to get off my chest.” I look out the window and watch people go about their day. Normal. Who came up with that evil word? What was the statistic I read recently? One in Sixteen people has depression. Look at those people; through the window of the large crowd, there are at least three people with depression. I suppose with those numbers, that could be why no one talks about it.

DEPRESSION. In psychotherapy and psychiatry, a period of unhappiness or low morale which lasts longer than several weeks and may include ideation of self-inflicted injury or suicide. Everyone is a patient but just doesn't know their sickness. It could be physical or mental but no one is a hundred percent healthy because of the toxic nature of life.

I say as I wipe the salty tears off my cheeks. "Fin, I couldn't imagine having a mate who didn't want me so I won't try to fake like I understand, but you can't keep your depression locked up. Talk to someone about it. Even a human counselor would help. They deal with heartache. I love you, little bro. Let someone help you. Go talk to Mom, and we will talk again soon," he says, sounding concerned and unsure. I clear my throat before responding. I feel better now just because I finally let myself cry.

“What made you start going again?” “I was waiting for Ayc to finish work one day after chemo and I happened upon a poster about the signs of depression, safe to say it freaked me out pretty bad. I immediately made an appointment with Dr van Donne and the first question I asked when I entered his office was, “Am I depressed?”.” She let out a breathy laugh. “It was the first time I saw him look anything other than composed.” Deagan smiled at her straightforwardness. “I know exactly how that feels.” He laughed, since the moment he met her, she surprised him. “You unnerved me the moment I laid eyes on you.” He said as an afterthought.

Now it’s my turn again. “Depression, that’s what we’re talking about. We rarely talk about this matter because we sometimes thought that whoever is depressed are ill. Is it an illness? No, it’s a state. A state where we no longer find meaning with everything that we do. We lose interest and we barely understand what’s going on around with you and your life. Suicidal thoughts, that is an alarming effect of depression and we have to talk about it. Sometimes we are placed in a situation where we don’t know who to talk to or who to approach to what’s going on with you if you couldn’t speak about it with your family or you couldn’t find comfort from a friend then, a stranger can listen to you and

But somehow, I’d convinced myself I was just tired. “What do I do?” I asked. “First, you tell Alex and your support system. Depression thrives in silence. Second, we start treatment—therapy, possibly medication. Third, you accept that this isn’t your fault and it doesn’t make you a bad mother.” After hanging up, I told Alex everything. “We’ll figure this out,” he said immediately. “Together. Whatever you need.” “I need to not feel like this. I need to feel like myself again.” “Then we’ll get you there.”

She smiled"yes, I'm a little unhappy. But sadness doesn't mean you're depressed. When it takes a span of weeks and then months and into a years, its called a depression. Anybody can be sad. " "Everyone should be. "He said. "What do you mean? " He did not respond. "You're intentionally detaching yourself, Mr Cain. You are struggling to make yourself robotic to the things you're feeling for the situations around you. " "This is the much reason I doubt anyone's prowess to help me. " "Its my job. " "You're doing it poorly. " "God, cain-" "Mrs moorman? " "Yes? " "You mentioned my name. " "How so? "

I covered my head with a pillow but then pulled it off to let out a breath of air. My eyes found the ceiling. I struggled to find a motivation to go, to push myself just a little bit harder. Most people associate depression with sadness, but it's so much more than that. A depressed person isn't always locked in a room crying with the lights off. Sometimes, it's that girl you see smiling in class, talking to everyone; or that joking boy who makes you laugh. They wear masks, and they can project joy even if it's not genuine.