Quotes About Deep Depression Novels & Stories

"Not a right to know, sorry. For your sake, he needed to know, I could see you were not going to mention it, and from the past, from him and his secrets when he has been like that, we all know how it can end." "Why are you all talking and acting like I have depression? I don't." They just all assume because I have an off day or two there is a problem. "No one has, but depression doesn't have to be a life sentence, I know enough to know you can be hit by a depression storm suffer for two days then be fine for years, people sometimes put it down to stress, anxiety a bad day, but there is a line between been upset and depressed, and you went over it. I'm not saying you're like Marcus, that you

' In the last second, Zach grabbed her hand. Madelyn looked up, her eyes filled with despair. Her suicidal thoughts had come without warning. This was the dangerous aspect of severe depression - patients were unafraid of death; they saw it as an escape. The idea of death would keep creeping into their minds, luring them with its temptation.

Things became difficult for me and the more I pushed people away, the more lonely and depressed I felt, friends were complaining, bad mouthing me and that killed me slowly because I wished they'd understand me but how'll they when I kept everything bottled in? "Speak to someone you trust. Yes, none of your friends or family member is your therapist but imagine how much it'd help if you were able to talk to someone you're close to about something that's weighing you down. I know some of us might be scared of the fact that we'll think that we're burdening others with our problem and how we don't want to disturb them but I promise you that no one who truly loves you will feel so about you.

I shift in my seat, “Unless you have more to talk about this session, then I’ll give you a list to take home. You can have a look online and see which ones interest you and will discuss it in the next session?” I nod, “Thank you. I do have a few things to get off my chest.” I look out the window and watch people go about their day. Normal. Who came up with that evil word? What was the statistic I read recently? One in Sixteen people has depression. Look at those people; through the window of the large crowd, there are at least three people with depression. I suppose with those numbers, that could be why no one talks about it.

"I'm taking it day by day. Some are better than others." Alex nodded, his expression softening. "You've lost a lot of weight." It wasn't a question, so I didn't bother denying it. "I know. I'm trying to eat more." "Is it just stress, or...?" He left the question hanging. "The doctors call it situational depression," I admitted, turning to face him fully. "I'm on a waiting list for counseling, but apparently, 'my mate forgot I exist' isn't a standard case study in human psychology." I attempted a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.

“I think you should get tested. Get some real answers instead of just assuming something. And talk to someone. Like a professional. To help, you know?” “Because you think I'm wrong and I'm just acting crazy?” He laughed mockingly. “No, because you’re miserable. You know depression isn’t just not wanting to live. It’s also not wanting to do shit and spending your whole day in bed. It’s not taking care of yourself. There are different forms…” “I don’t know. It feels like I’m making a mosquito into an elephant.” I chuckled softly. Dad taught us that saying. It’s the Dutch version of making a mountain out of a molehill. “You’re not. You are important. Your mental health is important. And I love

Depression's heavy chains wrapped around me. In the darkness, I whispered: "I'm losing myself."

Amber spoke with seriousness, "I am fucking devastated, so devastated, destroyed and broken and dead from inside that I have become numb. I don;t have anymore tears left to cry, I don't have energy to be sad, I don't have the strength to endure depression, I have became numb to everything. I am smiling because I can't cry anymore, my tears have all dried up, I am not sitting in a corner and staring outside the window like a depressed soul that I am is because I have done that for a lot of years and I am done.

Now it’s my turn again. “Depression, that’s what we’re talking about. We rarely talk about this matter because we sometimes thought that whoever is depressed are ill. Is it an illness? No, it’s a state. A state where we no longer find meaning with everything that we do. We lose interest and we barely understand what’s going on around with you and your life. Suicidal thoughts, that is an alarming effect of depression and we have to talk about it. Sometimes we are placed in a situation where we don’t know who to talk to or who to approach to what’s going on with you if you couldn’t speak about it with your family or you couldn’t find comfort from a friend then, a stranger can listen to you and

Now I was going to let it rob my own life. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Note To The Readers: Please, please, please seek help from people you trust or are professionals if you feel depressed. Sometimes we never know when life takes a U-turn and hits us really hard but we do know that nothing can break us except for ourselves !