Romans & histoires Depression Stories That Make You Cry

That blood, if it was blood, had to come from a living thing! Tears flow from my eyes as I sit on the floor, hugging my knees. It was over. My life as I knew it was over. All my dreams and hopes, gone. I am completely insane, a lunatic! I couldn’t deny it any longer; not when it was this evident. I hug my knees tighter against my chest as I continue to sob. As the tears leave me dark depression takes their place to the point that when I can’t seem to cry anymore my world has grown dim and dismal.

This was not good. I was scared, I was really scared and I just wanted someone to tell me everything would be ok. I just want to be hugged, and held sincerely, I'm ashamed to admit that I wished for death to consume me, simply to end my misery. I haven't cried for a long long time. My depression had simply eaten away at me and drained all my energy so that I had none left to portray my emotions, but as I sat there in the gardens of my prison, all alone and vulnerable... I wanted to cry.

My depression is getting worse and sometimes I can't find the strength to play with my daughter. Crying is the only thing I am good at and here I am doing that again, I blame the book for crying today. It's not because of Liam but the book. I checked my phone fifty times hoping to see some messages or miscalls but I got none. He's gone!!! Tears pricked at the back of my eye and soon tears streamed down my face, I cried hard for everything, for every sadness and pain. I couldn't find myself to stop crying at the moment. Liam, Grey I miss every one of them but I am too hopeless, I've got no power and reason to get Liam back. We never really got the chance!

Draining my strength after three powerful urges, I slump to the floor. The exhaustion stirs me emotionally, making me feel a sense of loneliness again. I then realize that wealth and abundance are not the keys to happiness and fulfillment. I may be the CEO of a five-star restaurant chain but my status doesn’t fill the void I feel inside. My thoughts then drift to James. If I am consumed by loneliness and depression, how much more does he? The floodgates behind my eyes now open again, sending an endless flow of tears down my face. A searing pain tears my heart, coursing through my innermost chambers. I don’t know how long I have cried. I just let myself get lost in the welling emotion.

Amber spoke with seriousness, "I am fucking devastated, so devastated, destroyed and broken and dead from inside that I have become numb. I don;t have anymore tears left to cry, I don't have energy to be sad, I don't have the strength to endure depression, I have became numb to everything. I am smiling because I can't cry anymore, my tears have all dried up, I am not sitting in a corner and staring outside the window like a depressed soul that I am is because I have done that for a lot of years and I am done.

The once-confident Barbara had been reduced to a shell of her former self, her ambition and drive replaced by a profound sense of hopelessness and despair. As the days turned into weeks, Barbara's descent into depression deepened, her once-vibrant spirit fading with each passing moment. The world outside her door continued to turn, but she found herself adrift, unable to connect with the reality that had so cruelly betrayed her. In a moment of reckless state, Barbara made a decision that would only further complicate the tangled web of her life. Seeking a fleeting escape from the crushing weight of her shattered dreams, she found herself in the arms of a stranger, their encounter devoid of a

REGINA ACKNOWLEDGMENTS In the hardest situation that I found myself many years ago I could know a great truth, because it is the moment in which I was more needy, things seemed much worse and I believed that there is no way out of that hole in which I found myself but the truth is that when one is more needy is that people move away, I knew that it was only a matter of time before my life would be lost in the nothingness, I had no illusions and I had no dreams, the only thing I had was a lot of problems on my shoulder. All this had resulted in a great depression, the depression that I had for many years and as a result of that same depression I could not even eat well and I lost weight so mu

which filled me with a sudden surge of urgency, But as I went further, I found myself sinking into a pool of depression as nothing seemed to ring a bell, not even my photo with Oliver could spark a light in my mind, A great sense of sadness overwhelmed me instead, which threatened to break me down, dampening my mood, even as I swam in a sea of depression, which made me toss the photo book away, As those feelings lingered, I heard a knock on the door, thinking it was a maid, I responded dryly, "Come in," Immediately the door opened, I got up on my feet, as I forced a smile to my face, to make the sadness that had gripped my heart, since I didn't want anyone to worry about me,

Melissa raised her head with tears in her eyes. " Why are you crying exactly?" " What do you want now?? Please leave me alone. " Melissa questioned her tears pouring out of her eyes. Maxwell felt a tightness in his throat, his heart aching in pain, but he pulled himself together. He knew that if he became emotional, then Melissa wouldn't be able to overcome her depression. "Do you think crying is going to solve any of your problems?" Maxwell questioned coldly. "That's how I relieve my pain,"

she added. He was fidgeting on the floor, not sure what he was going to tell her but then he did. He told her how he fell into depression after his son died, followed by her ex-fiancé's suicide because she couldn't cope with the loss. He contemplated the idea of killing himself too, he even planned to do it a few times but didn't have the courage to go through it.