Quotes About Deep Depression

J'étais une Oméga, et pourtant mon compagnon était un Alpha. Même si je n'avais pas de louve à moi, je pouvais entendre la voix du sien. À travers lui, j'ai découvert beaucoup de ses petits secrets. Par exemple, il préparait en secret une grande cérémonie d'union. Dans trois jours, il comptait me demander en lien, et je faisais semblant de ne rien savoir. Mais cette nuit-là, Henri Tarrington a ramené son amour d'enfance à la maison. J'étais sur le point de lui demander ce qui se passait quand j'ai entendu son loup gronder avec fureur : « La cérémonie dans trois jours, elle n'est pas censée être pour Liane ? Pourquoi est-elle maintenant pour Chloé ? » Alors, la cérémonie que je n'étais pas censée connaître… n'avait jamais été destinée à moi. J'ai continué à faire semblant de ne rien savoir. En silence, j'ai abandonné ma chambre, mes biens les plus précieux, et même Henri lui-même. Puis, j'ai acheté un billet pour le Sud. En portant les jumeaux dans mon ventre, j'ai quitté la meute des Crocs pour toujours, le jour même où ils célébraient leur cérémonie d'union.

Adonis the king of death had appeared after centuries of years with only one purpose: to strengthen himself. To do this, he has to find himself an angel whose blood will save him. can a mortal save an immortal?

After everything pessimistic Arthur had been through, there is almost nothing that he is surprised by until naive Bella came by with an offer to him her virginity to save her only brother from cancer! Who would have imagined that the biggest in town would instead turn around and countered Bella's proposal to become his convenient bride.

Durante três anos de casamento, Tatiane Silva suportou em silêncio o mesmo tormento: limpar as sujeiras deixadas pelos casos amorosos de Cristiano Pereira. Até o dia em que, mais uma vez, precisou apagar um escândalo... E, por acaso, ouviu o riso dele na conversa, rindo com outros, zombando do próprio casamento como se fosse uma piada cruel. Naquele instante, Tatiane percebeu que não restava mais nada dentro dela. Nem força. Nem amor. Ela redigiu o acordo de divórcio com as próprias mãos e o colocou diante dele. Cristiano ergueu os olhos e respondeu com a mesma frieza que a vinha matando aos poucos. — Tatiane, na família Pereira existem viúvos... Nunca divorciados. O destino, porém, decidiu intervir de forma impiedosa. Num acidente inesperado, ele a viu ser engolida pelas chamas, sem poder fazer nada. Viu o fogo devorar o corpo da mulher que nunca soubera amar, até restarem apenas cinzas diante dos próprios olhos. E, a partir daquele momento, Tatiane desapareceu da vida dele para sempre. Dois anos depois, ela voltou à cidade A por motivos de trabalho. Quando Cristiano estendeu a mão, ela respondeu com um aperto leve e cortês. Seu sorriso era sereno, a voz firme. — Sou Tainá Oliveira, da família Oliveira de Cidade H. Cristiano ficou imóvel. A mulher diante dele era idêntica à esposa morta, com a mesma voz suave e o mesmo olhar tranquilo. O homem que jurara jamais se casar novamente sentiu a razão escapar por entre os dedos. A partir desse momento, começou uma perseguição quase obsessiva. — Tain, você tem tempo esta noite? Vamos jantar juntos. — Tain, este conjunto de joias ficaria perfeito em você. — Tain... Senti sua falta. Ela apenas sorriu, distante, como se estivesse a um mundo dali. — Ouvi dizer que o senhor Cristiano prometeu nunca mais se casar. Cristiano então se ajoelhou em um dos joelhos. Tomou a mão dela e a beijou com fervor. — Tati... Eu errei. Por favor, me dá mais uma chance?

She was meant to inherit an empire. Instead, she became a prisoner in her own home. Grace Wellington, a gifted piano prodigy and heiress to the Wellington fortune, has been missing from the public eye for nearly a decade. People say she’s living abroad in peace. But the truth was that she’s been locked away, hidden by her own stepfamily, slowly fading into silence as the world forgets her face. Her inheritance depends on one rule: marry by 26 and get 50% of her father’s estate. Have a child, and she gets 85%. But as her birthday nears, her stepmother and stepbrother conspire to steal her identity and fortune, using a beautiful stranger to play her role. But Grace isn’t the fragile girl they once controlled, not anymore. Now, she’s ready to reclaim her name, her life, and her voice. But the deeper she digs, the more dangerous everything becomes, especially when the man she loves is being seduced by an impostor.

We all know a Viola, we've all met a Viola, we might even be one. Viola is a woman in her early twenties with absolutely no reason to keep living. She wants to die, so she tries to, sadly for her, she doesn't. Now, she is standing in the ashes of who she used to be with no idea who she should be. Viola will break your heart, but only the best stories do. She is consumed by a loss that is as deep as the ocean, pain that knows no bound, extreme anxiety and chronic paranoia, trauma that is skin deep, sadness that always return, depression that never leaves and how agonizing a friendship-breakup can be. This is a book about Love, the love that lives between you, love that is hard to find, harder to understand, the love we were born with, waiting patiently between our ribcages, waiting to be recognized, to be seen, the love we should have for ourselves, the love that does not fade.

This story is about a girl trying to save herself from all the things that's weighing her down. From the brokenness and the pain and all the depression and anxiety. This story is about striving after giving up. This would tell a tale about having hope in the middle of nothingness and seeing light amidst the darkness. A journey of death trying to find life.

When Vynessa summons the demon Azaziel to exact revenge on those who wronged her, no one could have prepared her for the uproar that would become her life. She unknowingly unleashes a very powerful and very seductive force into her life that changes EVERYTHING. As Vynessa becomes more and more entwined with Azaziel, she must confront the darkness within herself and decide whether to wallow in her past and deep depression, or finally become what her name depicts; A glass of wine for a God.

When I finally mustered the courage to confess my feelings to him, he just turned and walked away. When I finally emerged from the shadows and began a new chapter in my life, he was gone. Was it depression? I couldn’t believe it. I had to find out the truth about how he died.

Drawn to the internet, Uwana had always wanted to feel among. For once all she wanted was to have that perfect social media character that no one ever insulted. Sadly her story is quite the opposite. Uwana faces a series of cyberbullying depression and worse she is being accused of murder. With all this surrounding her, she had thought long and hard about ending her life. Will, she ever survive this