Depression Im Not Okay 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

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.

I still know how I feel, stop wanting to control me mom, I can't take it anymore! Mom: I'm doing this for you! Me: for me?! If you want to help me give me peace it will do me a great service! I say before I leave the table As usual I locked myself in the room with the music blaring in my ears, I think and rethought will I ever feel happy?! I will give my place if asked. I am no longer sick but I still feel sick, will I sink into a depression without seeing the end of the tunnel! I do not want that!

BABI POV But It doesn’t matter how I feel. What matters is that other person doesn’t care, so I had to refrain myself from letting out my true feeling and “ pretend” to be ok. While I was held up in figuring out my feelings for him, he was planning his future. I felt like a fool to waste my time over him. This taught people first think of whats best for them, not about you and if you are smart you will also do the same.

CAROLINA , do you hear me? I blink several times and look at the person in front of me: Dr. Morrison. He has become my psychiatrist for a few months now. Since that person left—I don't want to name names—it had been too bad. I had gone into a horrible depression, I didn't want to eat, nothing I did before gave me satisfaction. Other than that I did experience some anxiety issues, I found out when I had gotten in the shower after days and experienced an anxiety attack.

Mу dеѕіrе fоr thаt wоmаn іnvаdеѕ my thoughts nіght and dау. This depression is not lіkе mе аt all. I’m usually аll асtіоn. Frаnklу, іt’ѕ unсоmfоrtаblе. Nоt officially working thе саѕе іѕ hаrd fоr me.

Jimmy's face reddened, feeling like he had never been so embarrassed before. Case frowned. He could see Jimmy's awkward expression and stiff body, and it was obvious what Jimmy was thinking. Case did not think much about it. He raised his voice and said, "Come down! There's nothing embarrassing about it. You're just one crystal away. There are some who got two crystals and are still so confident." Jimmy looked at Case and said miserably, "I'm not crazy…" No matter how difficult it was, he still had to accept it. Jimmy walked off the stone with a depressed aura. When he returned to Case's side, Case glared at Jimmy. "What's there to be so depressed about?!"

I shift in my seat, “Unless you have more to talk about this session, then I’ll give you a list to take home. You can have a look online and see which ones interest you and will discuss it in the next session?” I nod, “Thank you. I do have a few things to get off my chest.” I look out the window and watch people go about their day. Normal. Who came up with that evil word? What was the statistic I read recently? One in Sixteen people has depression. Look at those people; through the window of the large crowd, there are at least three people with depression. I suppose with those numbers, that could be why no one talks about it.

But maybe I carved that depravity and that was when I knew I was fu*ked up because I liked every bit of it. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

I know I'm beautiful But, I know I'm ugly too I'm slowly loosing all the self love which I manged to gathered... I wish I could share it But it's there someone willing to listen it? And not judge me? I don't want advice... I just want someone to listen it I'm scared to be alone But to scared to ask for companion Im Trying my level best to stop it.. But I just don't how to do it... I feel like I'm slipping into depression and there's no one out to see it..