Funny Quotes Depression Novels & Stories

Hearing Jonah say those words so bluntly, albeit in a casual tone, made my chest rumble with suffocating guilt again. Jonah quickly touched my chin, lifting my face back up. "Hey, hey. I was just kidding, okay? I guess it wasn't funny to you at all, huh?" Jonah smiled reassuringly, stroking the top of my head. "How could you even think of making a joke at a time like this, jeez?" "Well," Jonah shrugged lightly. "There's a wise saying that says the best way to deal with tragedy is to turn it into a comedy. So, I'm trying it. Is it a complete failure?"

“Okay, Fine. A few hours. But it wouldn’t matter because you won’t be able to think about things that make you unhappy.” “Yeah, because I’ll be throwing up, and thinking of how to stop it.” “And I’ll be there to hold your hair while you throw up.” “You have a weird way of convincing people.” “Is that a good thing?” “It’s a terrible thing! You want me to spend hours throwing up and feeling dizzy, rather than feeling sad.” “Ummm, I guess. But why do you make it sound like it’s a bad thing?” “Because if you give it a little bit of thought before saying it out, you would probably see how stupid it is.”

(Asher’s POV) I took a long cold shower while tuning a loud uplifting music—a routine I would always do when I’m down. My mother said that feeling depressed and anxious is okay, it was a sign that you’re thinking about your well-being, but the moment it passed the threshold where it’s supposed to be and started devouring your mentality, that was when you should put it to a stop. Because of that, cold shower and uplifting music are my muse to put a halt to these depressing feelings.

“She’s not worth it. She’s nothing. You’re everything. You hear me? You’re still here. We’re still here.” But I wasn’t. Not really. The depression hit like a truck after that. Days blurred into weeks, hospital to home, home to couch, couch to bed. Rowan was a saint cooking terrible soup , massaging my feet when they cramped from lying around too much, bringing me tea I didn’t drink, telling stupid jokes that made me want to punch him and hug him at the same time. But inside it was just black. Heavy. Endless.

"We're in this together, and we'll get through it together." I let out a rueful laugh, the sound tinged with a hint of self-deprecation. "Well, if I'm going to disappoint anyone, at least it's just me," I remarked, a wry smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Despite the gravity of our conversation, a small spark of humor flickered between us, a fleeting respite from the weight of our worries.

“Jesse, my man, which is why I’m encouraging you to talk some more! It doesn’t have to be about anything life changing. If you were me I’d say crack a joke but I don’t know if you even know any jokes.” “I know jokes.” His face lit up. “Oh yes? Tell me one then.” “Can you guess what the therapist said when I told my therapist I’m scared of dying alone? “Uh, no what?” “He said, “Most people don’t die with the company,” I said, chuckling. “Get it?” Rain looked at Matt. “Matt, am I supposed to laugh at that?” “Ideally someone is supposed to laugh when they tell a joke,” Matt said with a sigh. “Jesse, what have I told you about your morbid jokes?”

I asked her and she rolled her eyes at me. “Would you answer me now?” She glared at me and I groaned. “Okay, it’s stupid, but you are right, it does have something to do with my illness, but what can I say? I’m so tired of feeling sad and being depressed all the time. I feel like I don’t have the energy to keep living...” It was true that this was ridiculous. It was so stupid.

Ayeeee I feel special. Cringe. I almost facepalm on my corny jokes and lampooning. It was very natural because I'm used to talking to myself. And my corny jokes really help my mental state and my lampooning elevates my mood. It's a necessity for me so that I wouldn't lose my self. Being lonely and alone is different. Nina just think positive thoughts okay?

In the quiet town of Everwood, a young girl named Emily lived under a cloud of sadness. Her days were filled with the weight of depression, casting a shadow over her once vibrant spirit. It seemed as though the world had lost its colors, and even the simplest joys felt out of reach. One sunny afternoon, as Emily walked through the park, a burst of laughter caught her attention. She turned to see a charismatic young man named Ethan, his infectious smile illuminating the entire park. His antics and witty remarks filled the air, drawing laughter from everyone around him.

“Yeah. I mean, two days ago I was miserable for a second. But now? I feel like a happy, mentally stable walnut.” Sophie stared. “A walnut.” “Yes.” “That’s your choice of metaphor.” “Do you not see the vision?” “No.” “Wow. Okay. Fake friend energy.” She laughed again and nudged my knee. “I’m serious though. You do seem good.” I nodded slowly, playing with the edge of the mat with my fingers. “Yeah I think I just stopped caring about the stupid stuff.” “Good,” she said. “Because honestly, you’re too dramatic for sadness.”