Depression Fighting Demons Quotes 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

It was a heaviness that had settled deep into my soul and weighed me down, pulling on my heart and threatening to drag me under. The apparitions and demons of depression whispered in my ear, swirling around me. "You don't deserve her," they hissed in my ears. “You are nothing.” Then they plummeted to the floor. I could swear I could feel their smokey bone-like fingers grasping at my feet. They wanted to take me with them. I had to learn to shut them out, though. l had to continue to ignore it—all of it. I ran my hands down my face and shifted my thoughts toward the war again. l knew how to be a leader and a warrior. l was good at that. And thinking about that was safer...

“That's why I'm here for you. I'm here as a guide. I'm here to make sure you don't stray away from your path.” Then I hug him warmly, embracing the comfort I got from his words of encouragement. It's relieving to know that you're not alone fighting your demons. I know I've lost quite a number of good people in the past, and they were fighting for only one thing. They had one belief. They had the belief that I would rise to the highest spot with nobody being able to stop me. Maybe I shouldn't forget their sacrifices for me. “I need to go inside and get some rest. Maybe you should come in too.”

“This whole thing is ugly.” Dean wiped the tears with his fingers. She still couldn’t get over how gently this man could touch her with those huge hands. “A few things to get straight between us, angel. First, you will never be ugly. Not ever. This illness is ugly and I get that – but you’re not. Second, I can be here if I want to be, and if you’ll have me. I have friends who’ll be there if I need to lean on them, just like you have yours. Third, I know all about fighting a losing battle against an enemy you can’t even fucking see. I know how afraid and frustrated you are. I know you feel all alone. But you’re not alone, honey. Let me be here for you.”

Not after everything that happened two years ago. Before I could stop it, the words from that night flashed in my mind. “You know, I once read a quote in a book that said, ‘Weakness is a disease. If you don’t treat it, if you don’t cut it out of your life, it will consume you whole. And in the end, you’ll be the only one who suffers.’ So, Mr. Stranger, do you know what I think? Even if you die here— even if you jump, you’re the only one who will truly be gone. Everyone else will eventually move on with their lives. That’s how the world works. It’s cruel to the victims, even after death. So why don’t you live and prove everyone wrong? You said you were weak so why don't you live and become po

This will hunt me till the end. "Oh for goodness sake! Can you just forget about that!?" I exclaimed in annoyance. After saying that I was answered by a chuckle. “You seems to be in a bad mood?” he inquire with a hint of teasing. I could not help but roll my eyes. Isn't it obvious that I'm in a bad mood? Who would be happy if you came home to a house full of demons? What people have said that "hell is empty because the devils are here" is actually true. Include my sister on that list, she acts like an angel but her personality is such trash even dogs can eat it.

I begin to recall his words; "Deborah, I'm always gonna be here for you. And remember when things get tough, God's always gonna come through. Some have lost way more than we have, but we still have each other." "Remember, when the going gets tough, turn to Jesus." "I promise to never leave your side. I Desmond Daniel would be with you till the very end. " "You are a perfect work of art. Done on the purest canvas, with the finest brushes, exquisite color choices, and by the master himself. " "You're not alone Deborah. We're in this together. " "It seems we are both broken souls. " I recall myself saying. "Broken souls that find solace in each other. " his reply plays in my head

I asked Ripper who was suddenly standing beside me. "You know when they say everyone has their own demons to battle with?" He asked and I looked him. He turned to look at me also with a blank expression on his face. "Lucifer is battling with his own demons which is himself." He replied his own question and I stared at him in confusion unable to understand what has been said to me.

Jasper and Markan also silenced themselves and waited for my next words, “I think I can deal with the three demons above us but I need your help to take down the fourth one. We have to work as a team so we could go away in this place alive and with our limbs still intact to our body, is that ok?” The three of them looked at me as if what I told them was a joke. I bit my lip and decided to step forward to face the demons and also to stop them from thinking that I am nothing more than just a pretty face. Markan grabbed me by my arm, his eyes incredulously wide, looking so concerned and frightened, “What are you doing you mental! Are you going to a suicide?!” “I will be fine,” I gave him a smal

"Admit that you are the weakest! You will never win against me!" “Bastard …! How dare you say that. Did you think I wouldn't be able to fight you? You bastard …” "Keith ... ! Stop it, I beg you! You won't be able to win. He is a demon king, I beg you to leave before he kills you!" "Damn it! You bastard! Do you think I can't fight you! Fuck... I'll kill you..."