Funny Quotes Depression Novels & Stories

Now it’s my turn again. “Depression, that’s what we’re talking about. We rarely talk about this matter because we sometimes thought that whoever is depressed are ill. Is it an illness? No, it’s a state. A state where we no longer find meaning with everything that we do. We lose interest and we barely understand what’s going on around with you and your life. Suicidal thoughts, that is an alarming effect of depression and we have to talk about it. Sometimes we are placed in a situation where we don’t know who to talk to or who to approach to what’s going on with you if you couldn’t speak about it with your family or you couldn’t find comfort from a friend then, a stranger can listen to you and

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

That was unfortunate. “You’re getting worse.” I didn’t slow down. “What are you talking about?” “You.” He fell into step beside me. “You look like somebody just dumped you.” I laughed despite myself. “Fuck off.” “I’m serious.” “I’m not having this conversation.” “Then stop acting like a depressed Victorian widow.” That actually made me laugh. A real laugh. The first one I’d managed all day. Jeremy pointed immediately. “There he is.” “Shut up.” “You know, most people would’ve just called by now.”

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

As I am holding his dog on my lap, I can’t help but to ask the authority beside me, “he is handsome, right? I am really clueless as to why he would do that.” “You know what, Miss? Depression has no face at all. It can trigger everyone no matter how handsome a person is, it is a tough mental battle against you and your mind. And sometimes, those with weak at handling problems are the ones who easily give up and we can’t blame them. At the end of the day, we all have our own capabilities and our own unique way of dealing with our problems.” The authority answered me with a voice that is alike with the motivational speaker on social media at the moment.

I could literally die if I fuck up more than I’ve been doing…but, I can’t tell him that. “I’m here, okay? No matter what, you have me.” He looks me right in the eye, assuring me tenderly with a smile this time. “But damn, you really do look like shit right now, and when was the last time you used deodorant?” His unconventional joke in my time of sadness makes me break into laughter. It wasn’t funny but it was whatever it was and it makes me laugh. I just needed to laugh. It rolls out of me effortlessly, like everything was with Adam. While I choke on my saliva, he watches me, amused for the duration of my chuckling.

Nico asked and I laughed. "And have you suspended? No, thank you" I replied. "You just don't seem okay, dude. You don't laugh as much as you used to and I know it's bad cause I can't remember the last time that you were on my ass to study" Nico said. I sighed. I had no idea that my state of mind that been so down bad that it had become so obvious. Yes, I was sad but at this rate it sounded like I was on walking down the path of depression.

She smiled"yes, I'm a little unhappy. But sadness doesn't mean you're depressed. When it takes a span of weeks and then months and into a years, its called a depression. Anybody can be sad. " "Everyone should be. "He said. "What do you mean? " He did not respond. "You're intentionally detaching yourself, Mr Cain. You are struggling to make yourself robotic to the things you're feeling for the situations around you. " "This is the much reason I doubt anyone's prowess to help me. " "Its my job. " "You're doing it poorly. " "God, cain-" "Mrs moorman? " "Yes? " "You mentioned my name. " "How so? "

It was obvious he was weary the moment he gulped the shot. “Only sad folks drink that way.” I said, rubbing my palm against my forehead. That was the hypocrisy I exhibited when I myself was sad and drunk. “Nah, I'm way more than that. Just disappointed.” “In who?” He gulped another, “In what?, you should ask.” “I'm all ears.” I wrestled with my woven bracelet. “Disappointed in that thing called love. Love is shit.” He chuckled. A chuckle that one could easily tell he was depressed and in extreme pain. Emotional pain.”Cheers to us that believe love sucks.”

As some really wise person said: Laugh and the whole world laughs with you… “I didn’t mean it that way but what can I say. The quote is made that way.” Zadkiel shrugged, chuckling. Abel was still laughing at it. Zadkiel couldn’t keep his laughter inside when he saw his friend having fits of laughter. He let it out and the two best friends just laughed like they just watched Father do cartwheels while wearing a 70-year-old granny dress and his tights were too stretched that they ripped apart. “Zadkiel, I seriously don’t feel anything at all. Like I just feel sleepy. No pain.” Abel spoke after the laughter had died down and they were enjoying the comfortable silence.