Quotes About Hiding Depression Novels & Stories

Nirvana's lashes lowered, "If I'm not directly affected, who cares? Everyone has something ugly to hide, things we are very much not proud of but have to do anyway. Trust me, I understand all of that." "Some hide it in sugary sweet smiles just like that lady across from me at the table." Isadora looked surprised, "Felicity?" "Yeah." Nirvana nodded, "God knows whatever that woman's hiding, is eating her up Big Time. It's only a matter of time before she is consumed by it." "You…. are you hiding anything, Nirvana?" Isadora asked. Nirvana kept silent. "Isadora!" "Isadora…. get…. now." She gabbled.

A pause came before she spoke, head tipping like a question mark. Weight pulls at your shoulders, doesn’t it? That kind of quiet strain never hides well.A small smile came through, my head tipping sideways. Not worth mentioning, honestly - just pressure building up. Life does that sometimes. Words slipped out loose and light, though each one balanced on edge, like saying it too sharp might show too much.Margaret’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Stress,” she echoed softly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s curious how people hide things they don’t want others to see. Secrets have a way of… surfacing, don’t they?”

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 just scrolled through my news feed, and just shook my head a few times whenever I saw posts about depression, anxiety, and anything else that was pessimistic, and mentally related. Why is it that most of us prefer to disclose to the public that they are depressed, miserable, and so on? For me, if you're feeling like that, it's better to talk to someone you know is close to you, someone that is trustworthy. But yeah, we have our preferences and opinions on whether or not we should disclose our problems to everyone.

"I haven't cried since. Not at my mother's funeral. Not at anything." I didn't know what to say. "Sometimes survival means hiding things that hurt," he continued. "Until hiding becomes automatic. Until you forget you're doing it." He wasn't looking at my scars anymore. He was looking at my face. "You don't have to hide here," he said. "Not from me." Then he stood and left before I could respond. I floated in the pool for twenty minutes after, the cover-up tangling around my legs, my heart doing something complicated in my chest.

Absolutely crazy. The fear of rejection, of seeing him look at me differently, kept the words locked inside. Instead, I said, “What about you, Cassius? You keep showing up, but you never talk about yourself. What are you hiding?” He hesitated, the confidence in his expression faltering just enough for me to notice. “Everyone has secrets,” he said finally. “But some are better left buried.” “Fair enough,” I replied, though his answer left me more curious than ever.

I was an idiot. I'd been so arrogant, so sure that what Matthew and I had was unbreakable. It never occurred to me that the only reason it seemed that way was because he was so good at hiding it. I took a deep breath and typed a reply. "You were right. He's cheating." The comment section exploded again. Some people offered comfort, some cursed him out, but most of them were just there to gloat. "We literally told you, and you didn't believe us. I bet you're the type to ignore him for a week and then go right back to washing his underwear."

Not listening to it led me to having cancer so now I was gong to protect it every step of the way. I got tired of sitting and stood up to sing and dance to the lyrics of my failed progress, and that stupid lawyer that wanted to use me to move to the top of his job ladder. "Argh!!" I screamed and continued singing like I wasn't bothered by everything that happened today. I was going to pretend like everything was okay like I always do. i was trapped in my room for 21 years and I turned out to be one of the smartest people I know, If I could do that, I could batt[e this depression and be happier than I was.