Depression Stories That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

“What's the matter? No need to cry. ”Mo consoled, wiping the tears off her maroon face? “How can I trust you with my problems?” “…cause immediatey I saw you, my heart told met here was something wrong and you'd want to share it with someone. ”The lady still kept a dissatisfied look. “Look,” Mo continued. “A friend of mine committed suicide due to depression. She had no one to share her problems with, which led to her commit suicide. Hey, I still regret that day till this very day.”

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

Not having a clue what just happened, I seek refuge in my bedroom from the source of my fear. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I turn the music on loud and put my head in my hands. For no reason at all, I feel really depressed like I just lost someone and start to cry. My favorite song comes on, so I lift my head and belt it out at the top of my lungs.

I just need a place away from the crowd to have my mental breakdown and bawl my eyes out. It turned out the restroom was for females so I locked myself in the first available cubicle I could reach, then allowed myself to cry my eyes out as I sat on the toilet seat and sobbed uncontrollably; my mind began to play back to Bridget's setup coupled with Ethan's betrayal and I felt myself slowly teetering on the brink of depression.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: ~Avery: I opened my eyes, my body aching and my spirit broken. Depression gripped me tightly, suffocating any remnants of hope. Nightmares swirled in my mind, replaying the deaths I had caused, tormenting me relentlessly. I struggled to stay awake, but sleep seduced me once more. I’d had depressive episodes before, but this was something else. I was sucked back in to repeat the same cycle over and over.

Chapter 2: Unveiling the Truth I walked into my apartment, feeling like the weight of the world had collapsed on me. The walls of my life were crumbling—James, work, everything. The memory of getting fired flashed through my mind, followed by the cruel end to my relationship with James. Everything was spiraling out of control, and all I could do was blink back the tears. But it was too much. The dam broke, and the tears came flooding out, falling like raindrops onto the floor.

Or maybe she can’t wait anymore, it’s time for me to lose my V cart, but she’s not a sweet kind lover in bed, she’s gonna tear me in half, I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet or not. Today was a bad day, I didn’t have work, not in the café, but I had my stories to work on, I had to sit down and type. But how to take your depression off, you kill a character, if that wasn’t enough, I made my hero cry, I made who’s me hold his breath trying to die, it didn’t work, I made him jump inside the ocean and hope for death, I didn’t know if I should kill him or not, should I die? But then my story would be over! Overwhelming myself with ideas, and depression, I decided to jump to another story, I n

I covered my head with a pillow but then pulled it off to let out a breath of air. My eyes found the ceiling. I struggled to find a motivation to go, to push myself just a little bit harder. Most people associate depression with sadness, but it's so much more than that. A depressed person isn't always locked in a room crying with the lights off. Sometimes, it's that girl you see smiling in class, talking to everyone; or that joking boy who makes you laugh. They wear masks, and they can project joy even if it's not genuine.

"Alright, let's say I believe you. Then when do you think is the right time to tell me all this?" "Of course when you get better. You've been in a slump lately. A lot of things happened to you. Although you try to look strong, I... know that you hide your sadness from us. I often see you crying in your study at night." My body froze. Tears fell to my chin. I didn't think anyone would find out. I had been trying to look strong, even in front of my husbands. But I was still an ordinary woman with a fragile heart. I can still feel heartache and depression.

Sunny blocks me as I enter the hospital reception and I almost scream out. “Oh, fuck, you scared me!” I let out a breath, and surprisingly, a throaty laughter escapes my lips. “What's wrong with you? Are you about to enter depression?” Sunny watches me with concern, and I laugh even more, cleaning tears from my eyes. “Look at me, Sun. This is what I've been rendered to? I'm so upset now that I want to cry, but oh, if you hear what I have to tell you, you'd laugh harder than me.” I sniff, wondering why tears are streaming down my face while I'm laughing so hard. Is that the first stage of depression?