Pfp Depressed Novels & Stories

“We can talk freely. My room is mostly soundproof. We just can’t conversate loudly in front of the windows.” They both nod as they gingerly make their way through my room. I’ve never been awake to let them in, making it easy to forget that they’ve been here, helping me. “It looks like you could use some help.” Jon comments as he looks around. “I’ve fallen into a hard depression since returning. I’ve barely been able to get out of bed.” I sigh as being truthful with my beta and his father is something I’ve never been willing to do. “Do you know what happened here?”

He began to feel frustrated and depressed right now. “Don’t think too much… Being frustrated and depressed like this, you won’t be able to think clearly. Please do believe in your Eriwan, your feelings towards each other and the power of your love as well as your sincerity towards each other. There will be nobody who can separate both of you. You do possess such strong, robust and unbreakable love towards each other…” continued Pierre Zhaopardy again in order to calm down Erito Ricky.

In Amber’s experience, rich and beautiful people were often the most lonely and depressed of all. Just like death itself, depression didn’t discriminate. It didn’t give a fuck about how old or young you were, your economic status, or where you came from. But it usually fucked up where you were going, without the proper support and treatment. Amber had seen many people in her life suffering from it. She had experienced the horror and devastation of post- partum depression herself, compounded by the pain of giving her son up. Even on her darkest days, Amber really didn’t want to die, she only wanted to stop the pain, and death seemed like the only way back then.

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.

Paul asked sadly. “She does.” James lied. “Now eat up. I’ll be here till you do, then take your medication. I promise after the wedding things will be better. Maybe you can even start the treatment-“ “No. I won’t start that. I’ve told you before. I’d rather die. Now drop it!” Paul snapped. James sighed, wishing he had a crystal ball to see into the night of Paul’s accident and know what had turned him from happy and confident, to brooding and depressed. Paul couldn’t remember either. He just hoped something could be done to change him, and soon.

After my wife, April Carter, gives birth to my child, I'm forced to quit my job and become a full-time stay-at-home dad. Before long, I spiral into severe depression. Countless times, I press a knife to my wrist, only for her to desperately throw her arms around me as I break down in hysterics. "Don't do this! Think about the baby and me! We're right here with you!" My brother, Lucas Getz, and my best buddy, Thomas Balfour, each grab a knife and press it against their own wrists. "If you want to die, we'll die with you," they declare. "Are two lives enough for you?" After that day, I fully commit to my treatment, determined not to let anyone else get hurt because of me. But just when I

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

Instead of eating all junk foods and I am just thankful that I am not having pimples. Those are the fruit of girls who are failure in love. Depression and if you don’t fight it, you will just let death be in your room while looking at you and preparing a rope or a knife to cut your pulse. Death will be smiling at you and he doesn’t need to set his alarm to pick you up. There will be nothing to wait. You will go with him. But, I am not so depressed. Jeoff’s reason is understandable. It seems to be normal for me talking about Jeoff.

I take a deep breath in and a hard exhale out and wipe the tears from my face as I sniffle. I get into the shower washing away the pain of the day and when I get out Steph is on the couch scrolling through her phone. I wrap myself in a blanket and cuddle up to her. “Another rough day, baby girl?” She asks sympathetically. I nod my head into her arm. “He came here,” I say with depression in my words. “X?” She asks surprised. “Mhm,” I hum out. “Ugh” Steph grunts, “he needs to stop.”

Mira’s POV “Looks like I’m the only one left alone,” I whispered as I stood in the restaurant parking lot after watching my uncle and Jayden, who drove Cassandra home leave. The fake smile on my lips slipped, and a heavy sigh escaped my mouth as I walked to my car. I never knew faking happiness could be this exhausting, but it was better than going around with slumped shoulders. I was busy playing Cupid when my own love life was bleak. I had been depressed ever since my breakup with Jason, and even though I tried to hide it, I was completely affected by it. Jason wasn’t the perfect boyfriend, but I did love him, which made everything even more miserable.