Depression Fighting Demons Quotes Novels & Stories

“I am not worthless. I determine my worth.” I took a deep breath, soothing my galloping heart. “I am not unloved. My sister loves me. My Dad loves me. My mother loves me. My friend loves me.” Hopefully, I added silently. “Fuck you!” I cursed my demons, my nightmares. “Fuck you all!” Silence. Eerie silence. Fucking silence. “I am a fucking survivor.” I glared at my reflection, feeling much more alive than I had felt in months, “I am a damn fighter.”

but if I think now you trying very hard to hid your eyes velliam:- i being through a lot now when I when ever I am or every time I feel weak and tired . ceri:- I don't know. but if tell by my experience. anxiety happen when we lose our faith and believe. we don't know what happen, we don't know we can survive or not, that make us anxious. it can easily defeated by. if we have believe and faith in us and future. or refuse what our demon told lie to us. depression is worse. it happen when we lose and defeated by our thoughts completely. velliam:- can we escape from depression ceri:- you can escape by changing focus. but no matter what you do. if you what to free from hell you have to end that

Each passing second felt like an eternity, the world around me fading into darkness as my consciousness teetered on the precipice of oblivion. In that moment, a surge of defiance coursed through me, empowering me to fight against the encroaching darkness. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I clawed at Zarion’s hand, desperately trying to loosen his grip. To create a sliver of space through which I could draw breath. “S-Stop… this… Zarion…. Don’t listen to your inner demons.” Zarion is still growling, so I shrieked louder. “Stop it! You can do it!”

Seraphina They stand for nothing. They're lifeless and cold. They push us towards our misery. But anything they say, will never break our pure heart of gold, no matter what. Admit it or not, but one doesn't bow down to the monsters. Just like when you're standing on the edge, so young and hopeless with demons inside your head. There is no one to hold you or protect you, instead you fight, why? Because you're the brightest color of the dark.

Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and you will lose on both fronts if you give it a chance. Depression is a serious thing but you’re not entirely hopeless. There is hope, there’s a chance to win the battle. You can’t win a battle, let alone a war, on your own, this is precisely why you need your family and friends to help you in a lifelong fight to keep you from sinking. Reach out to others to help you get out of the black hole. You may not be able to climb out alone but you certainly can be pulled out by those people who love you.

“I am finally freed from the shackles which bounded me.” saying so, the bitterness, hatred, shock, grief and joy vanished in Dumeny like a trace of smoke. His heart was clear; his demonic resolution shone deeply in his eyes. Ravenna snickered, “In a man’s moment of despair, they plead gods or devils.” She turned to look at me and then at the lifeless corpse on the ground. she didn’t show even an ounce of guilt.

Aziz’s voice echoed in my memory, “you know what Allah says to hopeless idiots like you?” He grinned, his tail swishing. “‘Do not despair of the mercy of Allah.’ That’s right. Not even you. Even if you tried to broke half the heavens and stabbed the other half.” He licked his paw slowly, smug. “He forgives all sins. All. Even your petty little drama.” I let out a shaky breath. “So quit sulking like a kicked puppy,” he added, “and get up. You’re not made for despair. You’re made to fight. To burn brighter and scare the hell out of demons like me.”

“Fight your demons or be consumed by them.” The doppelganger leaned closer, its breath cold as winter. “Do you have the strength to face the abyss?” The carvings on the walls seemed to shift and twist, their grotesque forms coming to life. They writhed as though reacting to my struggle, echoing the battles playing out in my mind. The rogues’ voices cut through, faint but desperate, grounding me in the here and now. I had to fight—not just for myself, but for Xavier, for my pack, and for everything that had brought us to this moment.

Styles' voice in the back of her mind. "You can do it, honey! Try to get a grip on yourself. This darkness is nothing. Try to defeat your demons and help yourself. Remember, darling, no one can come to your rescue all the time. A point will come when they'll give up on helping you. No one wants to help those who can't help themselves." Those words blended some strength into her crumbling limbs. "I can do this." She whispered softly and calmed down. Tbc...

I asked her again. Unknown woman: He first explained to me why he could not make it to my birthday party. Then I told him about the magician. He smiled and gave me my teddy. He said, sweetie, you should not be the one to fear people. Instead, you have to be a living nightmare for all the bad people out there. He said, you should not be afraid of anyone. Everyone is a human like you are. So you shouldn't be afraid of the people who will try to scare you, instead, you have to scare them away. He gave me a quote, Mercy for the oppressor is oppression to the oppressed. That quote patched up on my heart that day. And I still keep that in my mind wherever I step out of my house for my job. She rep