Quotes About Hiding Depression Novels & Stories

I ask, applying the concealer before blending it. “I can see it in your eyes. Every day, your light dims just a little bit. You have a lot to unpack. A lot of guilt, self-hatred and bitterness towards yourself. You need to talk to someone who can professionally help you before it’s too late.” I didn’t want to hear any talk about a therapist. I can’t imagine telling my best friend all that I’m feeling, let alone a stranger. Where would I even start? That I’m having a hard time, drowning and the most appealing solution right now is suicide?

It's very clear how desperate I am. "And I'm saying that you don't need any addiction to deal with another problem" she insists. “Admit it, Suzy. Say out loud what you're hiding. Take the risk that people close to you may stop believing in the image you have pretended to have over the years. Free yourself from your ghosts, and they will never be able to haunt you again.”

“What if it does more harm than good?” Lukas smirks, leaning casually against the fountain again, like we’re having a chat about the weather. “Then you deal with it,” he says. “Hiding from it doesn’t make it go away. Trust me, I’ve tried.” There’s something in his tone, something quieter and almost… bitter? But it’s gone as quickly as it came, masked by his usual cocky demeanor. “You’re surprisingly insightful for someone who talks too much,” I mutter, earning a chuckle from him.

The conversations that followed were raw and unfiltered, as we courageously shared our experiences, perspectives, and the hidden truths we had carried. "It's not easy to admit, but I've been living a lie," Alex confessed, his voice laced with vulnerability. "There are things I've kept hidden, things I've tried to bury deep within myself. But the weight of those secrets has become unbearable, and I can no longer live in the shadows."

One minute I’d locked myself up in my room all through Thursday as life wasn’t worth living, before I knew it I was in Los Angeles on a Friday gambling and emptying my account—I wasn’t even a gambler and I had never, ever, once gambled in my life. “Remember.” Her voice dropped. “No one should know about your mental health.” Gloominess wrapped every that came out, her eyes dulled and tears threatened to run down her heavy makeup face. “If they find out about your mental health, they might impeach you.” “Yeah.Yeah.Yeah.” I rolled my eyes.

Waverly smiled and replied vaguely, "Stella is the most famous one out there." "For some people, if they have depression, they will express their negative feelings by throwing tantrums, becoming irritated and complaining. Those signs are actually cries for help. Some people who are depressed simply smile and participate in daily activities like others. They make the people around them feel as though they are doing well. However, in fact, they have already given up on helping themselves, which makes them the most dangerous type. You are incredibly dangerous," Boris said with worry. "I won't die easily. I still have a lot of things to do," Waverly said with a smile.

Lucy mentioned trying to make me better as I busted out into tears. I didn't even care if I was going to smear my makeup. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with me! I am fucking tired." I sat on the chair that was behind me. "I heard about what happened to your close friend, and I am so sorry." She brought my face closer to her body, trying to pat me, but I didn't want to destroy her dress. If only they knew that I was suffering from depression! I might be a public influence, but I have a lot of things I can go through and no one knows about them.

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

"Diviana. If you would please permit me to ask, are you done having a moment with yourself?" "No," I deadpan. I flipped my hair sassily and took a seat in my swivel chair, ignoring Jiezel. Can't she see I was in my therapy session? Considering how she interrupted me, she couldn't. I sigh. Should I just quit work? "I'm sorry to burst your bubble, Diviana, but you can't quit. You'll go broke." Shit! Did I say that out loud? "Yes, and you just did it again." Huffing, I swiveled the chair and frowned at the brunette before me, who was enjoying being a tease.

another bet. Josh turned to me. "What do you think?" I squeezed my hands under the table, forcing myself to stay composed, but each bet chipped away at the fragile hope I'd clung to. I managed a thin smile. "Right now." Laughter erupted around the table. They thought I was joking, but Josh's gaze lingered, as if he sensed the weight behind my words. "Ada..." Before he could say more, Luke hurried in. His eyes locked on me immediately, and he asked, "What's so funny?"