Fiction Books About Depression For Young Adults Novels & Stories

To Wayne, the real-life version of Dane, you showed me light in my darkest hour. To Amy, for being my best friend and sister. Thank you for always having my back and trying to help me with my depression, even when you were drowning in yours. To my readers, thank you for loving my broken, twisted characters. Without you, there is no me. ----------------- Content Warnings Graphic Sexual Depictions Intimidation Rape Physical abuse Sexual abuse Harassment Drugs Violence Depression Self-hate Suicidal Thoughts Open-door spice (I'm super detailed lol)

I do it because of – argh, never mind, let’s just leave it at that. Greg on the other hand is different. He reads because he wants to. So many books already these couple of months I have known him. The books on his bookshelf are neatly back. Interestingly it is packed in such a way accordingly to each book’s length. Most likely packed in alphabetical upon close inspection, would not surprise really if it is the case. As my eyes glided over the books, my attention caught a particular one: Depression and mental health.

He probably wouldn't be too happy with my mom right now, can't say I'm not either. The bell rang making me jump a bit. The bells are still on the automatic ringer apparently. I went to all of my classes and returned my books. My last stop is the library. I had a book that I kept almost all year. It's about depression. The librarian looked concerned when I checked it out but didn't say anything. When I returned it she smiled at me. "Did it help?" She asked still concerned. "A lot. Thanks."

Nick asked worriedly, still gently stroking my back. “Well, my books were the only thing that kept me sane. It felt like an escape and it was the only thing in my life that I still had control over, so I put my all into it. When my dad started to sink into the hole of depression, it was the only way I distracted myself from everything.”

— I'm sure,– I say, my heart sinking in sadness, but I don't want to think about that possibility. A few minutes passed without either of us saying anything. Maybe Luke sensed how sad I was about this topic. — And what is the book about? – he asks again. — It's a romance between two teenagers. Overcoming life, depression. — I'm not a big fan of novels, but I make a point of reading yours. His arms are crossed on the table, his attention fully focused on me. I see my own reflection in the lenses of his glasses, and I realize I can't take my eyes off him. But then that hand grabs her arm and severs all connection between the two of us.

Perhaps, his team members or the other two that were involved in the case? Urggh! I groaned as I strolled to my book shelf. My very help is what I needed badly now. I carefully scanned through the books before settling for a book on delusional disorder. I might find delusions an escape of my past memories. I rolled over, dwelling on the painful path of the protagonist in the novel. He was an orphan like me. Wow, we were really similar. He also watched his parents die. At least, he didn't get to watch his mother being molested.

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

“Like it's just so much that it makes me feel like I’m just a label to all these disorders.” Elliot thought about this for a second before turning to me, “Have you thought about it being some sort of depression if it’s not haphephobia? Like maybe, major depression? I've done some research and your condition pretty much match up with it.” he said as he pulled out a book from the shelf and started looking through the pages. “You did say that they gave you anti-depressants, right?” I didn't say anything at first as I looked through the pages trying to understand what was written on it before glancing over at him. "I guess," I mumbled.

"It's, really, Tasha. You don't know the pressure it is to know that anything I say tonight will be in some dialogue in a book of yours. I'm trying to say that I could search for any phrase I'm saying tonight and I would find it on g****e, like the speech of a character. That's too much, Tasha. I'm not kidding. I really think too much what writers can do for other people. I've heard many stories of people in depression who were cured by finding help in the books, even those that most people consider a bullshit that should not have been written. You're awesome!” I agreed with him. In one of the worst phases of my life, it was an inconsequential love for Fifty Shades of Grey that took me out o

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )