Quotes About Deep Depression Novels & Stories

"Yes, Perer. If you would mind telling me, please do." "Today, I thought about my depression and how it has been eating me slowly. Do you know what depression is?" "Yes I do," the therapist replied. "Well," I continued. "My depression has been feeding on me slowly. It has taken total control of my body and it is washing me away. Today, I heard the sound of the drum in my bedroom. The sound was not sharp neither was it clear. It was just there. It was from the sound of the drum that I learnt how long it takes for someone to die before he realize he is dead."

I hung the phone up I'm not in the mood for his stupid jokes I went back to Peter's room. He is studying the ceiling " Don't suffer in silence." He looked at me in shock " I'm here and there are many other people who want to help you. The scariest thing about your recovery process is that the only person who can truly help you is yourself. You should change your thought processes and stop bullying yourself, it's a habit that's been hard to break. It may seem impossible to overcome depression but believe me, you will get there. You shouldn't feel guilty for feeling the way you do because depression is an illness like any other, it isn't any more self centered than having a broken leg. You sho

My mind would wander off to the different possibilities of ‘What If’s’, distracting my reality and forcing me to believe that things would’ve been better if they were a certain way… then blaming myself afterwards because I never got to use those many different ‘What If’s’. I was trapped in my own thoughts, and wanted to be alone and drown myself in them… But a particularly nosy Hector would always come to the rescue to pull me out. He understood the phase I was going through. He said he had been there before and it was not a nice place. He even gave it a word. Depression.

Why am I so depressed? Shhh. Stop Sena. Stop comparing yourself to the deceased. Always keep in mind that comparison is the thief of joy. STOP RIGHT NOW! Or, you could add, a comparison is the most poisonous element in the human heart because it destroys ingenuity and robs peace and joy. Do you want an assailant like that, Sena? Chill! Sean is by your side. Your husband was never too busy to make you feel loved. Do you feel unloved? If this is the case, you may succumb to your sadness.

Shishir said. “Anyway there is something more serious about her,” the doctor said in a solemn voice. Shishir hastily questioned, “what is it?” “She is very likely to suffer from depression. I suggest not to give her much tension. Her mind would not resist it. This can seem simple from the outside but it is very deadly than any other disease. Other diseases can be cured but for this one have to heal from the inside and that is the very difficult thing to do because no one knows what is going on inside one's head,” the doctor explained.

“So, I did what I do best. I brought up good memories, shit that makes her laugh. Because, Jace, the second she stops laughing? That’s when we need to start worrying.” My stomach twists. I feel like I should ask what she said, every detail, but at the same time, I don’t know if I’m ready to hear it. If I can handle it. “She’s gonna crash eventually,” Rich continues, watching me closely. “The highs won’t last forever, and when the depression hits, it’s gonna hit hard. If you can’t handle her laughing with someone else, what the hell are you gonna do when she’s screaming at you again? When she’s shutting down and pushing you away?”

You'd wish so much for death but still, end up disappointed. And the last, depression. It's like a deep slumber you can never wake up from, it drowns your consciousness and leaves you empty. The pain remains but so does the emptiness. You'd so badly want to scream, scream out loud for help but still nothing, you'd remain numb, tired, and ready to give up everything.

If you are facing depression kindly contact a psychiatrist and start them. Keep voting and commenting. Love you all. XOXO

In order to surprise her on her birthday, he decided to make the cupcakes himself. "Shiela is fortunate to be married to a man like you." Even I were so fortunate before, I once more reasoned with myself. After telling him this, I part ways with him and headed to my apartment in a run-down neighborhood where even the cops never showed up, but it was at least better than being homeless and living on the streets. People tend to think that depressed individuals isolate themselves and avoid social interaction. However, that is only partially true because a depressed person constantly talks to and battles his own ideas.

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.