Depression Pain Dark Quotes Novels & Stories

My only reality was that I was officially alone. My mind wanted to fall into the dark abyss and stay there for eternity. I was in pain....not physically maybe, but emotionally, I was in a lot of pain. It was that kind of pain that made you still, immobilized and no matter what you do, you would end up with a feeling of dejection. Colors no more soothed my soul. And nobody could make it stop, it was worsening by passing breath. She didn't move from her spot, instead started looking at me with....was that Sympathy, concern? I didn't know... Neither did I want to know.

Most of the time I think they’re right, only some of the times I think I am worthy and capable of more. You described how darkness doesn’t last, but this far I have seen very little light. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to the darkness that I can’t even recognize the light anymore? Or that the light is too blinding, making me shut my eyes and making me unable to see? Or is that a bad metaphor? I am not very smart or can write as well as you can. Thank you once again for your letter. I hope that someday you’ll be able to share your pain with someone. Your best friend will be there to listen when you are, I am sure.”

Sorry, but it's just that I'm distressed trying to understand. " There's nothing to understand. You want me to be objective? I'm sick, I'm depressed. You don't need to feel guilty. I made a choice. " A bad choice. Do you realize how much you would make people who like you suffer? " Sorry if my pain and depression don't let me see it that way. " Peter adds, ironically. " My mother had depression. You don't have to be ironic with me. Now it's my turn to say that it's not good out there, okay?

"A dark, cold feeling is spreading through me like frost on a windshield on a winter morning." Katherine Webber Misery and obscurity are my closest companions since I started to comprehend. People have worn black to express their grief and my never ending grief pushing me into depression of darkness. This morning light is so dark than my night, the room is brightened with sunlight but all I can see pitch dark because there is no light no hope that

As a child, the light I had was burned out with every hit and demeaning remark from my dad. He looks at me for a moment before he says, “You’re wrong about that, but I can tell that you don’t see it or feel it about yourself. I can see the darkness and pain in your eyes. It matches my own. And I hate that you have that pain and darkness. I wish I could take it away and make everything better for you.” “I don’t see the darkness and pain going away. My life isn’t filled with light and goodness. Darkness doesn’t beget light. Pain doesn’t beget light. It only leads to more darkness and pain,” I retort.

Amelia said as her voice started shaking. “I’m sorry, Amelia. I don’t know what else to do. I’ve tried to be strong, to pretend like this is not depressing me… but it is! It feels like I’m dying on the inside! Every good thing I have is just going wrong! What did I ever do to deserve this kind of pain, huh?”

“She’s not worth it. She’s nothing. You’re everything. You hear me? You’re still here. We’re still here.” But I wasn’t. Not really. The depression hit like a truck after that. Days blurred into weeks, hospital to home, home to couch, couch to bed. Rowan was a saint cooking terrible soup , massaging my feet when they cramped from lying around too much, bringing me tea I didn’t drink, telling stupid jokes that made me want to punch him and hug him at the same time. But inside it was just black. Heavy. Endless.

Self pity is not something I have felt before and dark clouds of despair and depression began to weigh on me, making me sink faster and faster into their depths. When everything went dark I thought I was losing consciousness, the whole situation was surreal, even Max snorted at the thought of me passing out in the face of the enemy. I didn’t though, I have been awake and listening the whole way to wherever they have brought me and their words pulled me out of my pity party for one. This kind of intel is priceless.

Pain reverberates through me in successions. Darkness threatens to drown my head becomes light. My hand limp to my side. With each relentless assault of pain from Elena, the world seems to dim a little further, life draining from me with every shallow breath.

It is hard to get my head around , can you hear the voices behind the shadows?My silent plea, my beggings,the scars on me are telling thier stories. I know its selfish to ask for more but this pain is more than fire. My sorrowed heart only holds one name Johan a person it can't seem to find .Behind the shadows i am told time will heal my wounds and that my grief is worth it .Its hard when you find out that you are not as importante to someone as you thought .Imagine cutting your finger the pain, the brief confusion before you notice the blood . See the light grab it all before you experience the darkness life has in store.