Quotes About Deep Depression Novels & Stories

“I appreciate that.” “It’s what I’m here for. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I understand depression. I’ve experienced some severe cases of it, and I understand that not everyone’s experience with it is the same. We’ll take it one day at a time, and never forget, we’re in this together.” ***** The Next Day

“Thanks for the help and message.” “Anything for you, I will hang up now, OK? Take care,” Manu bade and hung up. I became even more restless. I was simply depressed, Mother had tried her best to keep me up with the best hope quotes but nothing seems to cheer me up now. I just want to see Sidd. I wish to see him. Oh God, please help me.

DAMSON •Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. •We are reminded how short life really is, and how we are just passing through. •What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. The seconds were turning into minutes, the minutes into hours and the hours into days. He groaned as he lifted himself from the chair he had previously been sitting on to make himself a cup of tea. He has been trying to come up with some quotes for his tribute but they all sounded shallow to him. He was running out of time and he still couldn't come up with anything. His eyebags were enough indication that he was not getting enough sleep and it was showing in his level of productivity.

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

I slow down when I enter a small dustbowl town and creep through at twenty-five miles an hour as the speed sign dictates. I'm sleepy, and a few hours ago, a sense of melancholy descended. It happens from time to time. It's another reason I fight. When you're someone like me, there's nowhere to go for depression. Hell, I don't need some fucking head shrink to call a spade a spade. My wiring is fucked up and fighting cures all my evils.

I answered. “Well, I don't think that's a reason to almost drown yourself, life is beyond this. I can see that man has the hots for you even if he doesn't know, he feels something for you, that's a start. Whenever you feel depressed, take his card and go on a shopping fee instead of drowning in sorrows and wanting to end your life.” She advised, my eyes popped out and almost unhinged itself from the socket.

I always say that I don’t need anybody, I am enough for myself but we all know that not true. We all need somebody in our hard times with us so that he can take us back to light from the darkness of the mind. “ yea I am going don’t worry and thanks for saving I seriously don’t know what would have I done if you weren’t here? Thank you so much.”

Now, my life had taken a turn for the worse, and I couldn’t seem to get back on track. The depression had been deepening since I lost Maddie. I felt like a part of me was missing, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t fill that void. The emptiness in my heart was suffocating, like I was drowning in my own despair. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, and I could barely function.

He looked at me, puzzled. “What the heck? Of course not!” “Did you tell her to hang herself?” “Naya, what the heck are you talking about? That’s nonsense—” “But you said it was your fault that she did that, and you said you didn’t lock her in or tell her to do it. Why are you blaming yourself?” “Because I didn’t check up on her?” He wasn’t sure of his answer. “You have no idea, Kalix. Depression is a sickness, just like any other illness, it needs treatment. But first, they need to say they’re sick; we can’t help them if they don’t speak up,”

“Do you usually sleep this late?” He grunted. “Like I said, damn tablets give me insomnia. So lately, yes.” I nodded. “Has Doc said how long it'll be for the side effects to wear off?” “Few weeks. Like normal.” I knew it was a touchy subject for Dad. As much as he hated the fact he was living without Mom, he hated appearing weak. To him, depression was a sign of weakness. It was not. Depression was a sign of strength – because it meant no matter how weak your mind might be to you, your heart is still strong enough to feel.