Depression Pain Dark Quotes Novels & Stories

Most of the time, I think they’re right. You described how darkness doesn’t last, but so 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 bright, and my eyes can't handle it? Or is that a bad metaphor? I am not very smart or able to 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.”

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.

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

Now the pain can no longer touch me, the pain can no longer hurt me. Sometimes I just used to sit in my room after work with the candle on listening to myself. Wishing that I was not misunderstood. Wishing that somebody can stop asking me what is the reason you’re feeling depression or anxiety.. I wish that could burn my feelings away. Sometimes I wish I could just sleep and dream forever. The tears can’t last forever... Some nights,

"No, they're not good. And they're more of quotes anyway, they're short." "Okay, so tell me one. Tell me your favourite one." I bit my lip and look at him, contemplating whether I should or shouldn't. I have one in mind, the most recent one. As I watch him driving, his brown curls not falling over his eyes for once because he gelled them, the poem comes out by itself. "She couldn't understand," I begin, whispering, and gulp, still observing him, "why she found comfort in the dark, when all her life she had a fear of darkness."

" There were dried spots of teardrops on the page. I subconsciously glanced towards her. I don't know why but I felt a string of pain in my heart. I knew it earlier that I can't make any one happy cause I... I'm staying in darkness myself. I've forgotten the taste of happiness myself. So how could I make anyone else happy? I knew it way before. But today, the same reality is making me feel some kind of pain that I've never felt before. ............................................................ Would Justin forever have the guilt in him?

You don’t have to carry this alone. “You can’t make the darkness go away though.” i looked up, the clashing of the waves brought me a sickening sense of peace. "You’re right—I can’t make the darkness go away entirely, and I won’t pretend to have an easy solution for the pain you’re carrying. But I want you to know that you’re not alone in this, and you don’t have to face that darkness by yourself.

AT THE END OF THE DAY, NO ONE SITS IN THE ABYSS OF PAIN WITH YOU. NO ONE CARES FOR A FAILED PERSON. IT’S JUST YOU, YOURSELF AND IN YOUR ABYSS OF DARKNESS. NOT EVEN THE ONE YOU LOVE THE MOST. ——————— WELCOME💕🌸 ————— ALICIA’S POV

In the darkness shrouding her heart, she felt a profound ache, her tears flowing uncontrollably like unstoppable water from weary eyes. "In facing this solitude, I realize how foolish I've been," she murmured with a hoarse voice, a voice of despair gripping her heart. "I've made a grave mistake, and now I must pay a heavy price." Surrounded by thousands of disturbing mosquitoes, she felt as if she were under attack from unseen enemies from all directions. They caused unbearable itching and discomfort, making her sink deeper into her profound despair. In the darkness enveloping her cell, she cried with an almost inaudible voice, seeking comfort that never came. She regretted every decision sh

Why now? Four months? I was already as good as dead. I’ve heard people say that depression kills faster than the disease itself, and just watching my future crumble to dust felt far worse than any physical pain. I couldn't let that happen to me. I had to make it count. Every single second.