Depression Stories That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

The weight of this loss pressed down on my chest, suffocating me, as though I were trapped in the deepest depths of the ocean, unable to swim to the surface. Days turned into weeks, filled with restless nights and endless searching. The anxiety consumed me, gnawing at my every thought. I could feel my spirit breaking, my once vibrant demeanor fading into the shadows. I was falling into a maddening abyss of depression, and I couldn't find the strength to claw my way out.

POV Millie My fingers delicately graze the bright green grass as the morning dew coats my fingers as I sit full of depression cross-legged on the ground. I arrived twenty minutes ago, just after sunrise. I let out a loud exhale and succumbed to my depressive state, letting tears fall in a stream down my face for the first time since I left. I pointlessly wipe away continuous tears with X’s black hoodie that I’m still wearing. It smells like him which makes me cry even harder.

I guess nothing beats happiness after all, not even money! I wasn't this stressed and depressed when I was still in debt and completely broke! Why was he putting me through all of this?! What had I ever done to him?! I slipped to the floor and I wept some more, and the crazy part is, I didn't even bother to keep it down, I cried my heart out with all seriousness. ***

Tears spilled from my eyes, silent at first, but soon they turned into loud sobs. For two days, I stayed in bed, curtains drawn, ignoring the world outside. Food didn’t matter, my job didn’t matter—nothing mattered except the crushing weight of my situation. On the third day, I felt I would actually die of depression. I needed to talk to someone, and the only person I have in the world is Molly, my best friend. Grabbing my phone, I switched it on and dialed her number. "Mol, I called, immediately she picked up the call, I…… I….. Tears choked me and I couldn't even speak.

Yet he disappeared without a word, like I meant nothing. Was it the reason why he gave me that money because he knew from that day I wouldn't see him again? He is such a jerk. It was Friday that day and I cried from sunrise till evening. The tears wouldn’t stop. I was deeply hurt, shattered in a way I didn’t know was possible. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t focus on my studies. Even leaving my room to have fun felt impossible. I was drowning in depression, constantly wondering what had gone wrong. What had I done to deserve being discarded so coldly?

I sat down first and continued to stare at the sky. Suddenly it rained. Does the weather also share my grief? I kept crying. No one could see me because it was raining so I just kept crying. I wish I could just get rid of my feelings. Hopefully tomorrow it will be gone. Even heaven is sad and weeping. Simultaneously with the dripping of my tears was also the dripping of raindrops. When the rain stopped, I immediately entered the gate. I'm very depressed. I went straight to my room to change my clothes. I went to bed immediately and because I was so tired I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep.

Flashback:- Sam POV:- If you've never felt like a ticking time bomb, it's unlikely that you'll be able to relate to any of my nonsense. If you never felt like you were about to get caught in the eye of a storm, the motherfucking storm being something made up only in your sick mind, then you won't get it either. Call me over-dramatic all you want, but all that cliche bullshit we've all heard about no battle being greater than the one we have to fight against ourselves is true, and after living for many years and having depression as a constant companion since ten when my both parents leave me and my brother alone, I guess I can add my two cents to the cause.

I tried hard to stop myself, but at last, I gave up and started crying loudly. "I didn't want any of that. I never wanted them to save me when none of them was going to be with me. I am not worth everything that you all have done for me" I cried harder, but no one was even there for me to tell me that everything was going to be alright. I am here... "all of you have already died because of me now. I don't want to add one more name to that list. I don't want something to happen to Dee. I don't know for how much time I was crying, but slowly my eyelids again became heavy, and I fell into a deep slumber...

The only thing that I could rely on to have my back. "Maybe you can give us their names? We can dig around and see if we can find anything in their records. Where did you live?" I sighed and let the tears fall. They hit the mattress on either side of me as I tried to muster the strength to speak. I could feel the crushing weight of my depression, just like the day they died. I took in a shuddery breath before speaking.

Although I don’t show it enough, it has left him with the impression that I don’t love him enough just the way he does. I looked at my wrist watch the second time, about a few minutes to the hour of 6. I let out a loud sigh. I really want the day already. My head is damn heavy, and I just need to talk to him. I don’t like the way I feel lately. It looks like the pain I went through in the past is trying to hunt me again. Why am I feeling depressed and anxious? Suddenly curious to know about an unknown situation or thing. I lack words to express the way I am feeling right now. I have tried to cry, but tears won’t come. It is very surprising to me how I struggle with letting out my own tears.