Depression Humor Quotes Novels & Stories

I don’t know where he got this talent to joke with such serious expressions. ‘’I would love to test your skills,’’ I replied, going along with his jokes. Sissy is very lucky to be around with someone as nice as him. Who respect everyone and never harm people for his good in anything, It felt nice to talk with someone who didn’t make me feel even more depressed. I can’t remember the time I had this relaxing talk with anyone. No matter how hard I tried I ended up with same sentences with everyone and but it didn’t last long.

I hung the phone up I'm not in the mood for his stupid jokes I went back to Peter's room. He is studying the ceiling " Don't suffer in silence." He looked at me in shock " I'm here and there are many other people who want to help you. The scariest thing about your recovery process is that the only person who can truly help you is yourself. You should change your thought processes and stop bullying yourself, it's a habit that's been hard to break. It may seem impossible to overcome depression but believe me, you will get there. You shouldn't feel guilty for feeling the way you do because depression is an illness like any other, it isn't any more self centered than having a broken leg. You sho

After Jessica recovered, she smiled, "Who knew he had it in him to crack funny jokes, Mr. Hemsworth?" He arched a brow up and replied teasingly, "Who said I was joking, though?" Jessica smiled and shook her head, "Oh My, It has been a long time since I laughed that hard. Thank you for that." Mr. Hemsworth nodded in response, patting her shoulders, "We all need some good laughs even in the midst of dire situations; laughter, they say, is medicine for the soul." "You are right," Jessica responded as she glanced at her wristwatch, "now I better get going. I have a husband to take care of and a speech to prepare," she added in high spirits.

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."

“You all act like I crawled out of the hospital this morning.” “Well, emotionally it kind of was like that,” she said softly. “You scared us, Miss Mona.” The words hit me gently, like a nudge. Not accusing. Not guilt-ridden. Just honest. I leaned forward on my hands, mirroring her. “I’m feeling… better. Truly. Today feels normal. Maybe not completely, but close enough that it feels real.” Patty beamed at me, her dark eyes warm. “Good. Because depression sucks.” “Language,” I said jokingly.

“Okay, Fine. A few hours. But it wouldn’t matter because you won’t be able to think about things that make you unhappy.” “Yeah, because I’ll be throwing up, and thinking of how to stop it.” “And I’ll be there to hold your hair while you throw up.” “You have a weird way of convincing people.” “Is that a good thing?” “It’s a terrible thing! You want me to spend hours throwing up and feeling dizzy, rather than feeling sad.” “Ummm, I guess. But why do you make it sound like it’s a bad thing?” “Because if you give it a little bit of thought before saying it out, you would probably see how stupid it is.”

I traced a constellation with a glint in my eyes, “It’s my motto, maybe you should make it yours too” I tilted my head to give him a genuine smile. I saw his wheels turning in his head for a while through his green orbs, then he broke into small chuckles, shaking his head. I blinked my eyes as to why he was laughing. We were talking serious things right before he began chortling. Did I say something funny? “Why’re you laughing?” I asked. He silenced his chuckles to look at me biting his lips preventing any more. “No wonder you were called the ‘Quote Schmuck’” he quoted.

She said that and I started dying on the floor, that was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That is the fucking stoner spectrum!! Either you're a fucking Einstein or a fucking retard that tried to play baseball with a robot," I said, laughing through my words, causing Alex to break too, laughing and pointing out how fucked up my sense of humor is, "It's not my fault! Imagine having a fucked up humor before going through the dungeons of hell to become an arch-demon." "Tha-That's fair but still, that's fucked!" "Fuck me, that was funny," I said and the look I got from Alex scared the fuck outta me, she looked hungry but also cautious, "You good?"

“Yeah. I mean, two days ago I was miserable for a second. But now? I feel like a happy, mentally stable walnut.” Sophie stared. “A walnut.” “Yes.” “That’s your choice of metaphor.” “Do you not see the vision?” “No.” “Wow. Okay. Fake friend energy.” She laughed again and nudged my knee. “I’m serious though. You do seem good.” I nodded slowly, playing with the edge of the mat with my fingers. “Yeah I think I just stopped caring about the stupid stuff.” “Good,” she said. “Because honestly, you’re too dramatic for sadness.”

I warned, preparing Scarlett for Raya's usual attitude. Nodding, Scarlett placed a hand on my arm. "Don't worry. I know how to deal with it. I think she's just using humor as her coping mechanism and that's really nice. I mean, falling deep into depression might worsen it. Who knows? I know that's a myth, but trust me. Our mental and emotional health affects our overall being." Cocking my head to the side, I asked, "Are you really going therapist mode on me right now?"