Novel & Cerita Depression Im Not Okay

Nico asked and I laughed. "And have you suspended? No, thank you" I replied. "You just don't seem okay, dude. You don't laugh as much as you used to and I know it's bad cause I can't remember the last time that you were on my ass to study" Nico said. I sighed. I had no idea that my state of mind that been so down bad that it had become so obvious. Yes, I was sad but at this rate it sounded like I was on walking down the path of depression.

In it, Jocelyn, my parents, Joseph, and Felix stood together with bright and carefree smiles. "Joanna, look at them. It looks like they don't even care that you're gone." Sophia's tone brimmed with indignation, but I only gave a faint smile. "I don't care anymore," I replied, my voice sounding calm and unshakable. "Really, they mean nothing to me now." But it seemed fate had a knack for stirring up still waters. An unfamiliar number suddenly flashed on my screen. I hesitated for a moment, but picked up anyway.

"Noah, please give me some medications to calm down." "Sleeping pills is not a long-term solution, and your body can't stand it. Do you know that you have depression?" "Hearing this, Deborah suddenly widened her eyes in shock. " "That's impossible! I'm very positive and bright. I can adjust myself well. You see, my mental state is also normal. Are you kidding me?"

For past few year I don't really think that I was emotionally or mentally in peace with myself, but during this lockdown time period I think I have achieved that more over let's say I have understood that it's okay to not be okay all the time, but also to remember that nothing you are going through is permanent and everything will be okay. And you need to surround yourself with the best people you have got. And never let others depressive shit to get into your system, sis filter it, let it out. Whatever, but Just so happy." I remember when azalaic runaway from our wedding day. FLASHBACK:

Chapter 15 “And she embraced the chaos as it painTed her life with purpose” JH.HARD Will I ever be happy? Will I ever be fine? I lost my hope within this time. I tried my best to be okay, But I never felt that anyway. I was on my way to a new beginning, Then this depression started getting in. Today my tears slowed for a moment And the words began to flow,so I want to talk to you mama about all the things that I think you should know

I repeated softly, “Exactly.” “Right?” she said, voice brightening a little, like we had suddenly entered the same emotional wavelength. “It’s like the final Jenga block gets pulled and everything just collapses.” I leaned back a bit against the stall wall, still not ready to open the door or step out. But I didn’t feel quite so alone anymore. “Listen,” she continued, “whatever it is… it’s okay to not be okay. Even if it’s work. Even if it’s a man. Or both.”

"I hate selfishness and don't want to be that to you. I hate that you are depressed." "I am not depressed," I argued, which made her narrow her eyes at me. "Okay, just a little bit. I guess things are not great for me right now, I hate it when I believe in something so strongly and it doesn't go well for me, but I cannot let my joy depend on something short-lived right? It has to be with me so that as long as I am well, I can happy. That is what it's got to be right now." Enough was enough.

I start with a broad smile immediately the camera starts rolling "So you all might not know me and I am sure you don't want me on your FYP but I have a lot to say and I think you all should listen" " So today I fired my psychologist. Why did I have a psychologist to begin with?. Well you see, I am depressed. I am depressed before my husband of 10 years betrayed me for a younger, slimmer, prettier woman. I am not ashamed to say that I wasn't good enough. Fat women are never good enough for anyone" I inform as my eyes start watering but I hold it all in

Everything would have been much better. “Sadly, no. Weakness has always been frowned upon in my family and I grew up to think that it’s a stigma,” I shamefully look down as I talk. “Then let me tell you that it’s okay to be weak, it’s okay to have a breakdown and it’s okay to be angry as long as you have it under control. It’s okay to cry. It doesn’t make you any less of a man in case you don’t know that. It’s okay to have depression. It’s okay to get panic attacks. It’s okay to freak out. It’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to make mistakes,” she says, not breaking eye contact with me, but her legs are no longer crossed.