Novels To Read When Depressed Novels & Stories

My thoughts quickly drift back to the stack of novels, and I reach for my tote bag, pulling out the first book my hand touches. Reading romance novels is not exactly good for my mental health, but I cannot seem to stop myself. They make me laugh, they make me cry, and sometimes they make me wish for something similar in my own life. But deep down, I know that is just a fantasy. I know I cannot have it, not now, maybe not ever.

I had another hour before my next class so I just decided to go to the library and wait there because staying in one place somehow eases the pain. I walked into the library with a cup of black coffee in my hand. I walked to a quiet and secluded place and sat on a chair. I took a deep breath as I drank from my coffee. I took out my favorite book, The Notebook, from my bag and placed it on the desk. I can't count the number of times I had read the book. It has so much behind it, love, pain, sorrow, loss and grief. I cried the first time I read the book. I also cried the first time I watched the movie.

I can't take this from him now, I have to be on my own. I lie down on the bed, weak and exhausted, the rest becomes like bathing a cold water after returning from the hot, noonday sun which is scorching and has the capability to burn. I close my eyes, rolling around. This is one of the best remedies for depression. He slides into the king-sized bed after me trying to touch me.

“Well, my shift’s over so I thought to come out here to rest awhile, before heading home. I presume you’re out here for a different reason.” “Yeah….” A long exhale escaped my lungs. “Felt a little lonely.” Adrian nodded slowly. “I think I might have just the thing to fix that.” He deeped his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a book. “I read this whenever I’m sad, overwhelmed or probably just need to keep myself busy, and right now all you need is to keep yourself busy with this.” I took the book from his hand. The title was written in red block letters.

Nick asked worriedly, still gently stroking my back. “Well, my books were the only thing that kept me sane. It felt like an escape and it was the only thing in my life that I still had control over, so I put my all into it. When my dad started to sink into the hole of depression, it was the only way I distracted myself from everything.”

Or maybe she can’t wait anymore, it’s time for me to lose my V cart, but she’s not a sweet kind lover in bed, she’s gonna tear me in half, I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet or not. Today was a bad day, I didn’t have work, not in the café, but I had my stories to work on, I had to sit down and type. But how to take your depression off, you kill a character, if that wasn’t enough, I made my hero cry, I made who’s me hold his breath trying to die, it didn’t work, I made him jump inside the ocean and hope for death, I didn’t know if I should kill him or not, should I die? But then my story would be over! Overwhelming myself with ideas, and depression, I decided to jump to another story, I n

In short, I am slowly falling into depression. I have come up with tons of activities that would keep me away from falling into further depression. Like taking up new hobbies, like drawing, cosplaying, reading books, and more books, I even decided to learn embroidiment online. I do yoga, stream live concerts and attend many more, but these cannot stop me from feeling depressed. Everyday since I was locked up here, I've been staring at the window and waiting, just waiting for someone to come see me but no one arrives. It's like I never existed.

I looked at the fanfiction books, the romance novels, and the other books filed with depressed characters, "I think the negative energy that I've been gathering in my room is what makes my room susceptible with the negative energy that Rian already gave me." Izzy looked at the books she was holding, and rechecked the books. I also looked at every book cover that I could, and saw that my analyzation was right. I surrounded myself with books that didn't help me face the reality I had, and taught me to run away from reality.

Lily stares at me and I give her a small smile. "I'm fine. I had things to do, I'm sorry I haven't been able to show up here. " I smile and they all nod while I smile again. The kind of smile that says I'm alright even though I'm not. I don't think I will ever be alright again. I grab a chip and squeeze it in my mouth before opening the novel. Novels are something that I love. Romance novels in specific cause they keep me off from thinking about my terrible life. Recently terrible life.

This one’s a western with a pretty sexy man on the cover, not my cup of tea, but better than staring outside my dirty windows until sunset and wishing myself to sleep. It’s my only source of escape – reading a book. I’m not hungry either. I eat at work before I leave and that does me till breakfast most days, so that means hitting a gym or doing any sort of workouts isn’t needed as I am not eating enough to really gain weight. I know I am not taking care of myself in the way I should. I know maybe I am depressed in some way because of the turnout of events and I should kick my own arse. I just cannot muster that fire for anything.