Funny Quotes Depression Novels & Stories

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

“What is it then? Tell me.“ “It's simply a process of finding one’s true self and finding peace.“ I raised my brows and gasped. “Oh really? Tell me more.“ “In these age, there's now so much pressure on everyone, young and old. Depression is just a step or few steps away from most of us. While few people refuse to take that step because of their grit and resilience, most fail. They had no help or guidance, they give in. Finding yourself, cleansing your soul, these things bring you back, they make living more fulfilling.“ What shit is this girl spewing? I want my money back and she's telling me how to alleviate depression and know myself? I sighed. “Get back to work, Tabitha.“ She blinked. “Si

“I just… I don’t know how to get out of this.” She shrugs. “You don’t have to figure it out all at once. Before you know it, you’ll be on the other side of this, wondering why you ever doubted yourself.” Achilles jumps in, smirking. “Yeah, and in the meantime, try not to look so depressed. You look ugly when you’re sad.” I gape at him. “Excuse me?” He grins. “I’m serious! Your face gets all scrunched up, and you just sit there like a lost puppy. It’s tragic.”

“Thanks for the help and message.” “Anything for you, I will hang up now, OK? Take care,” Manu bade and hung up. I became even more restless. I was simply depressed, Mother had tried her best to keep me up with the best hope quotes but nothing seems to cheer me up now. I just want to see Sidd. I wish to see him. Oh God, please help me.

It's too unfair! I quit my job and stopped leaving my house, I don't even think I've been getting enough sunlight to be alive right now. I stopped eating and drinking, I was losing weight faster than anyone can imagine, and I was turning into bones. My hair became brittle, my lips completely chapped and dehydrated, and the shadows under my eyes were horrible. I didn't have any way to cope, depression had swallowed me whole. She was my only friend, my best friend and I refused to believe she was dead.

Summer held her cell phone to her ear, furrowing her brows and kneading her forehead with her hand. Sherman was crying again. “Summer, things have been peaceful recently until now. I have been trying my best to forget the incident and not to talk about it. I am calm; so calm that I started to be surprised by myself. I am actually depressed and feeling horrible. I feel like my head is going to explode. I feel like drinking. Where are you? Can you come out and drink with me?” Sometimes, getting too depressed is not a good thing, as it could manifest as a superficial calmness.

I had the table nailed to the floor. “No. This is payback for all the evil you’ve committed. I’d burn you myself, but I don’t have time to spare on you. Have fun screaming your lungs out. And just so you know, depression doesn’t necessarily mean suicidal thoughts all the time. I sure as fuck never wanted to kill myself except for the one time I took the bullet that was meant for you. Maybe you should have invested in this property much better. You wouldn’t have ended up here. Who got misled by pussy now?”

The pov I came back from jogging all sweaty and smelly, I ran to our apartment humming a tune that I created in my mind, weird right? It's funny because I can't sing to save my life but I have always loved music, it brings life to the depressed me, I have been suffering from depression for as long as I can remember, but it got worse after my first heartbreak, coming from a middle-class family, you can't go around wasting money paying a therapist, or visiting Doctors for regular check-ups Doctor don't have to diagnose me, the signs are Crystal clear, the lack of interest in life is a huge sign, the failed suicide attempts tick all the boxes of a depressed soul, the suicidal thoughts even aft

After my wife, April Carter, gives birth to my child, I'm forced to quit my job and become a full-time stay-at-home dad. Before long, I spiral into severe depression. Countless times, I press a knife to my wrist, only for her to desperately throw her arms around me as I break down in hysterics. "Don't do this! Think about the baby and me! We're right here with you!" My brother, Lucas Getz, and my best buddy, Thomas Balfour, each grab a knife and press it against their own wrists. "If you want to die, we'll die with you," they declare. "Are two lives enough for you?" After that day, I fully commit to my treatment, determined not to let anyone else get hurt because of me. But just when I

He no longer had the energy to lift his spirits up. Thinking of the memories between them, he felt like his heart had been slashed by a knife. He did not have the energy to manage the company anymore. Every single day, he drank himself into oblivion, allowing the depression to take over his mind. Gradually, rumors about him becoming dispirited started to fester. Even the media was shocked. There were all kinds of assumptions.