Funny Quotes Depression Novels & Stories

he started while yawning to show the level to his boredom. "But on a second thought,how would my life had been without your regular drama in it.....I concur very boring right?" I heard him say playfully while winking at me,but I could still sense the amusement he was deriving from the situation at the moment. "I cannot believe the amount of delight you seem to be getting from this situation at had, accustomed with the fact that I feel very depressed about it at the moment" I say while throwing my hands up in the air and rolling my eyes at him at the same time.

"You didn't want to, i....i threw myself....." "Don't say such silly things, don't say them to me and don't say them to yourself". He said cutting me short. "God, it's why you're so depressed. You always assume the very worst".

He started again, his stance switching from playful to serious in one second. I don't want to talk about it. Is that so hard to ask for? "Yeah, that talk." I said flatly after him. "Aw, don't sound so depressed, it's for a good reason." He purposed, trying not to laugh at my facial expression. "I sound so depressed cause I am actually depressed." I said flatly, burrowing more comfortably into the sofa. "I kinda figured this out, we're all depressed anyways." He replied, shrugging his shoulders along with what he was saying.

Why was life so cruel to me? "I know how you feel, honey. You'll feel better if you let it all out. I promise, talking to a stranger helps a lot." His tone was soft this time, almost sad even, he didn't even slur at all. I slowly turned my head to face him. "I'm not depressed. If you want someone to share your secrets with, go to a ditch and scream into the darkness. You'll feel better." I advised and slapped my card on the table with so much force that it hurt my hand. The bartender seemed to be busy with other orders, so I hat to wait a while to pay for my drink before I could get away from this mentally deranged, and drunk, gentleman that was currently throwing the cheesiest smile ever at

“That was... something.” He didn’t even flinch. “Tough crowd,” he muttered under his breath. Tough crowd? Was this a boardroom or open mic night? --- Then came the coffee break. I’d barely made it to the break room when he cornered me with another one of his “brilliant” jokes. “What do you call a sad cup of coffee?” he asked, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. Against my better judgment, I played along. “What?” “A depresso.”

Glass by glass I got closer to the place where my worries and depression would let me breathe and I would get relief from the pain I felt cutting deep into my heart. After a couple of drinks, I was smiling at my misery. Laughing at my depression and making jokes about my pain. The feeling was still as good as it used to feel. I had numerous drinks I was drunk to a stupor all in my pursuit of freedom from the depression haunting my sanity. Hours later, I suddenly felt the urge to leave and go home. With that urge, I stood up staggering like I was crippled. The bartender advised me to stay back, but I was running away from the memories I had with Natalia in the back rooms.

When my family found out I was depressed because of a lack of love, they were all very regretful. Dad made my older sister, Rhea, give up her south-facing bedroom, the largest in the apartment. Mom gave me the new clothes she bought for Rhea. Even my younger brother, Caleb, who had always hated me, made me a birthday cake himself. They all hoped that I would get better, even though they forgot my actual birthday. So as not to disappoint them, I forced a smile. However, the next instant, Caleb threw the cake in my face. “I told you she was faking! If she really was depressed, how could she smile so easily?” Rhea rushed in from outside, her eyes red-rimmed. “You can just tell u

Waverly smiled and replied vaguely, "Stella is the most famous one out there." "For some people, if they have depression, they will express their negative feelings by throwing tantrums, becoming irritated and complaining. Those signs are actually cries for help. Some people who are depressed simply smile and participate in daily activities like others. They make the people around them feel as though they are doing well. However, in fact, they have already given up on helping themselves, which makes them the most dangerous type. You are incredibly dangerous," Boris said with worry. "I won't die easily. I still have a lot of things to do," Waverly said with a smile.

I said morosely. “‘The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom,’” he quoted. “Yeah, well, we’ll see about that. What do you use to self-medicate now?” He smiled. “Music. Just music.”

I warned, preparing Scarlett for Raya's usual attitude. Nodding, Scarlett placed a hand on my arm. "Don't worry. I know how to deal with it. I think she's just using humor as her coping mechanism and that's really nice. I mean, falling deep into depression might worsen it. Who knows? I know that's a myth, but trust me. Our mental and emotional health affects our overall being." Cocking my head to the side, I asked, "Are you really going therapist mode on me right now?"