Romans & histoires Most Depressing Book Of All Time

Warning -) All are my books. List of Completed books BOOK 1 LINK -https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000001955 Spoiled billionaire's innocent Bride. *completed* Deep romance , heart break , happy ending.Story of a cold hearted billionaire and a sassy beautiful boy ."Do whatever you want to do , call me bitch , slut, whore ,or whatever ,just remember i just want you .i will always have whatever i have wanted ." -JustinRay grace being a popular the most hot eligible bachelor in town .The cold and hot ceo . He hates bitches who loves to spread their legs just for anyone .will the two

Now, my life had taken a turn for the worse, and I couldn’t seem to get back on track. The depression had been deepening since I lost Maddie. I felt like a part of me was missing, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t fill that void. The emptiness in my heart was suffocating, like I was drowning in my own despair. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, and I could barely function.

I didn't know what I found more offensive: the fact Dimitri smoked next to a shelf of first editions, or that I would have to share this space with him for however long he kept me here. The first book I pulled off the shelf was Paradise Lost by John Milton. How ironic. The novel was a set of poems depicting Satan as arrogant and instrumental to his own downfall, and, eventually, he lost the fight against God. I dropped the book on Dimitri's desk on the way out. The one glaring thing the house lacked was electronics. I didn't find a single telephone, radio, or computer. Either the frequencies disrupted Dimitri's communications with the underworld, or he got rid of any way I could reach out fo

REGINA ACKNOWLEDGMENTS In the hardest situation that I found myself many years ago I could know a great truth, because it is the moment in which I was more needy, things seemed much worse and I believed that there is no way out of that hole in which I found myself but the truth is that when one is more needy is that people move away, I knew that it was only a matter of time before my life would be lost in the nothingness, I had no illusions and I had no dreams, the only thing I had was a lot of problems on my shoulder. All this had resulted in a great depression, the depression that I had for many years and as a result of that same depression I could not even eat well and I lost weight so mu

The weight of this loss pressed down on my chest, suffocating me, as though I were trapped in the deepest depths of the ocean, unable to swim to the surface. Days turned into weeks, filled with restless nights and endless searching. The anxiety consumed me, gnawing at my every thought. I could feel my spirit breaking, my once vibrant demeanor fading into the shadows. I was falling into a maddening abyss of depression, and I couldn't find the strength to claw my way out.

The frame was threatening to break due to the force of my grip. Every passing second even felt worse encase time seemed seemed keep stretching every single time. My current life was a constant replay of eat, sleep and think. There was nothing else I could do because as the days went by, thinking about Hailee's situation and my depression that aroused from it got worse.

Self pity is not something I have felt before and dark clouds of despair and depression began to weigh on me, making me sink faster and faster into their depths. When everything went dark I thought I was losing consciousness, the whole situation was surreal, even Max snorted at the thought of me passing out in the face of the enemy. I didn’t though, I have been awake and listening the whole way to wherever they have brought me and their words pulled me out of my pity party for one. This kind of intel is priceless.

to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace. Depression is a poison of the heart and mind. It spreads like rust and tarnishes the soul, corroding its way through to the core until you begin to diminish, fall into ruin, beyond salvation, into this pit of despair that you can't crawl out from. The voices grow louder here; they are repetitive, grinding you down until all that's left is to accept your fate. They're right. What am I? I am nothing. I have nothing left. I am worthless. I am better off dead.

he asked as he took a bite of the chocolate. I nod my head and took my glasses off. “The half of it.” He pat my head and smiled. “ Now, get some sleep.” “No.” I said, pouting my lips and raising my eyebrows. “ I'm waiting for the dawn.” He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his reading, but now he's sitting on the floor beside me while I sat on my chair. “I read in the first chapter here that depression is a side effect of dying.” I kept on concentrating on the screen to check the mistakes of the drafts, the misspellings, and the grammatical errors, mostly.

Now that I am revisiting my first book, I can see why nobody wanted to read this. I'm sitting in my office right now and a lot has changed. I have learned so much and I know that I can do better. This embarrassment of a book is defiling the screen of my laptop. I even had the nerve to put the book up on W*****d. I don't think that it can get any worse than that.