Depression Im Not Okay Novels & Stories

“She’s... she’s someone special to me.” “Well, Stephen, didn’t she tell you her problems?” I shook my head. “No.” What kind of problem? Problems with money? Well, if it’s just a money problem, I can solve that. I can help her with that. “I feel like she’s depressed.” What the f**k? Depressed? Why?! She doesn’t look depressed--okay, who the f**k will show themselves that they’re depressed, like telling the world that ‘I AM DEPRESSED!’ of course I think no one would do that. Depressed people mostly hide their pain, don’t share what they thought.

“Everything you said to Luis on the phone, I heard it.” “No, you weren’t supposed to hear that because it’s just these thoughts that are just running in my head and I couldn’t stop saying all that. I can’t stop with these thoughts and it’s suffocating me, but I shouldn’t have said anything.” I tell him as I try to free my hands from his hold, but he only reaches out to wrap his arms around me trying to pull me close to him, but I couldn’t help moving my arms to get out of his hold. “Why can’t anyone get it? My depression just doesn’t go away even when you try and even then it’s better off showing everyone that you’re fine. It's tiring having to do that, but it's the only way.”

“Are you really not going to talk to me? I am really sorry…I just automatically shut down when things like that happen.” I was trying to apologize for my depression. “ You are so hard to hate, you know that?” Camille said, almost smiling as she folded a shirt. She was cleaning up her wardrobe.

"Not a right to know, sorry. For your sake, he needed to know, I could see you were not going to mention it, and from the past, from him and his secrets when he has been like that, we all know how it can end." "Why are you all talking and acting like I have depression? I don't." They just all assume because I have an off day or two there is a problem. "No one has, but depression doesn't have to be a life sentence, I know enough to know you can be hit by a depression storm suffer for two days then be fine for years, people sometimes put it down to stress, anxiety a bad day, but there is a line between been upset and depressed, and you went over it. I'm not saying you're like Marcus, that you

‘Tick tok' I made up my mind, and with tears in my eyes, I called mom again, but it went straight to voicemail. “Mom, I want to tell you something; it has to do with your husband. Before you start thinking about how much you hate me and how much of a disappointment I am to you, I just want you to know that I did everything out of sheer depression, and it’s not some college or teenage kind of depression, but I did everything because I had no choice.

"I'm so lazy to be your punching bag, but the truth is that every time you hit me, it doesn't hurt me at all." "What do you want!!" I snapped, already very annoyed. "Hearing your honesty answered my question." "I already answered that I'm depressed, your hearing isn't good or what?" I looked at him sarcastically, I folded my arms across my chest. "Okay, I accept your answer if you are really depressed. But can you answer my question, what makes you depressed?"

C H A P T E R 2 : T H E B L U E E N V E L O P E ~ Being depressed is like falling into a black hole that you can not climb out of. Depression is a wound that never heals. A wound in the back of your mind that can’t be touched because it hurts too much. It’s always there and never goes away. Constant pain, a constant reminder. Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and you will lose on both fronts if you give it a chance.

And you are staring. You are not depressed. Yet, maybe sometimes, you don’t want to live. Nothing serious. But you just imagine the world without your presence. And maybe, that is exactly where the problem starts. Even if you cannot figure out where it lays.

She sat next to me. The wind blew. The oak tree swayed. --- That night, I called Matthew. He answered on the second ring. "Damon." "Matthew." "You sound different." "I am different." "Different how." "I am tired. Not the kind of tired that goes away after a good night's sleep. The kind that sits in your bones." "That is called depression." "I am not depressed." "You are forty three years old. Your company is trying to push you out. Your sons are still figuring out if they want you in their lives. You are dating a nineteen year old. You are depressed."

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧ Depression is an easy factor when you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing. I haven’t heard from my step father, nor my mother in the four dahys since i fucked lucian. The second time. Life has decided to cut me some slack, my self healing is working just fine now and in a month, i believe my injuries would have healed better than the doctors expected.