Depression Im Not Okay นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I’m not okay. I’ll never be okay again. XXX

“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

Summer held her cell phone to her ear, furrowing her brows and kneading her forehead with her hand. Sherman was crying again. “Summer, things have been peaceful recently until now. I have been trying my best to forget the incident and not to talk about it. I am calm; so calm that I started to be surprised by myself. I am actually depressed and feeling horrible. I feel like my head is going to explode. I feel like drinking. Where are you? Can you come out and drink with me?” Sometimes, getting too depressed is not a good thing, as it could manifest as a superficial calmness.

‘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.

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.

he said. I sighed and shook my head "I’m stupid." "You’re just in love. Why don’t you try explaining to him what you’re doing, what’s happening to you? With a clear and consistent explanation, I’m sure he would understand and want to be there for you," Stefan said. "I don’t know. Admitting to him what happens to me is like admitting to myself and everyone how sick I am." "You’re not sick, Ali, depression is not a disease." "It’s a condition, yes, I know, a condition that leads me to collapse and destroy everything, and the only one that I don’t want to break or destroy is him," I said.

“Used to be?” I look at Julian softly, afraid to touch on such a delicate subject, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Julian sighs, looking to the other corner of the room. “Jack’s death broke us. My mother especially. The thing about depression is that it always seems to sneak up like a shadow. It’s there, even when you think you’re over it, even when you’re fine and can’t feel it... It only takes one slip for it to come up again.” Julian says with painful familiarity, almost like he had suffered it himself. For some reason, I feel that he’s talking about himself more than about someone else.