Novels To Read When Depressed Novels & Stories

“My ex- wife has him. I get to see him on the weekends.” “Like visitation?” “Yes.” “Hmm,” she said, contemplating his situation. “Is she the reason you don’t want to get involved with anyone?” She heard him shift in his chair, as if the subject was uncomfortable for him. “You could say that.” “The wounds of the scorned run deep, like valleys of eternal fire, scorching the heart to an abyss of abandon.” “Alfred Taylor?” Rai nodded. “The works I read when I’m truly depressed,” she laughed. Sadly, it was not far from the truth. The author had a way with words that reached deep into a person’s soul.

I should be grateful. And in fact I am. I am really grateful for his help. I went to my room and grabbed my current read - Six of crows, I am definitely a simp for Inej and Nina. This is the only distraction I have. After escaping Adriano, when I am left alone with my thoughts I sometimes overthink and from the last month I have started to get anxiety attacks. Thanks to Adriano, my mental health is fucked. I started reading the book and don't even remember when I fell asleep.

James' POV The thing about depression. It comes at you slowly, It's kinda like grief. First,you denied it,then you realize you've been empty on the inside all along. You're reaching out to a version of you that no longer exist. It's quiet. It's tint. It's corrupted in your mind.

“I’m just going out for a bit, Ate Rose. I need some coffee.” “Coffee won’t help you sleep. Have warm milk; there’s some in the jar.” Ruth nodded, “Okay, sorry for waking you up.” “Don’t worry. We’re all worried about you. Mom keeps asking about you. She’s afraid you might do something drastic.” She scoffed, “Tiya Mening is exaggerating. I’m not thinking about that.” “Well, we don’t know. When a person is depressed, rational thinking goes out the window. Depression is a formidable foe, Ruth Mirabelle.”

C H A P T E R 2 : T H E B L U E E N V E L O P E ~ Being depressed is like falling into a black hole that you can not climb out of. Depression is a wound that never heals. A wound in the back of your mind that can’t be touched because it hurts too much. It’s always there and never goes away. Constant pain, a constant reminder. Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and you will lose on both fronts if you give it a chance.

The only thing I was good for was preparing his meals, spreading my legs, and being the perfect little body bag for everyone and anyone. Reading was an escape of sorts. Whenever I'm alone, without the comfort of Aries, Theós, or Timothy, I'm alone with the thoughts of my past. Stirring in those thoughts for too long would send me into a mood that just stunk of depression and suicidal thoughts. It was like I was back in the earlier funk when I first arrived here. Being stuck alone because I was too stubborn to accept the affections that Theós and Aries was giving me. It felt like I was constantly on the edge of just doing it. I wanted to.

As days passed into weeks, my depression continued to deepen, and it felt like a suffocating darkness closing in around me. However, amidst the despair, the twins became my source of solace and hope. Their innocent presence and radiant smiles provided a much-needed light in the midst of my daily struggles. Whenever I spent time with them, their newly formed smiles and curious gazes brought a temporary respite from the heaviness weighing upon my soul. Their genuine joy, unconditional love, and need for me reminded me of the preciousness of life and the responsibility I had to protect and care for them.

Though I'm confuse, I casually said, “This wondrous of a place usually empty. People forgot to pay a visit or to even got themselves immerse to the world that this wondrous of a place offer them with sincerity. I thought you are highly affected by such a failure of showing gratitude to literature coming from them?” His eyes couldn't actually intimidating but there's a melancholy that I didn't expected to seen. My statement just now goes awakwardly, and I chuckled as that to forgot my place on this unknown and strange of a place. I cough and turn my head to the shelf that offer a variety of book that looks bloody yet comforting. “Oh,” I gasped, not able to hide my awed. “That's a classic...”

Only two seem to be nonfiction and self help books, yet when i check what content they will be self helping me with i feel surprise running through me. "The delicate art of seduction and manipulation." I fling that one to a corner of the room and pick up the other. "How to make men beg for a chance to fuck you." I fling that one even harder and it joins its partner on the floor near my wardrobe. There are four remaining. Four novels which I have two days to myself to devour. The smile that works its way up my face is radiant. I'm going to have such a good time.

Tears streamed down my face, mixing with bitter laughter. I was losing my grip. I stumbled to my feet, shattering the vase on my dresser. The sound of breaking glass was cathartic. More. I flung open my closet, ripping clothes from hangers. Sobbing, I tore through my room, destroying everything. Papers, books, photos – all scattered, shredded. My reflection stared back from the shattered mirror. A stranger, broken and shattered. I collapsed amidst the chaos, exhausted. Depression's heavy chains wrapped around me.