Quotes About Hiding Depression Novels & Stories

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?"

I saw my reflection sitting and huddled in the corner wiping the tears on my eyes. Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've cried in my room when nobody was watching. Nobody knows how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've left like I'm about to snap, but I just don't, for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody Knows Me.

Papa suddenly looked toward me afterward. “And you.” I blinked immediately. “What?” “You need to stop pretending you’re okay too.” Rude honestly. “I am okay.” Five people looked at me like I was mentally unstable. Traitors. “You literally stare at walls for fun now,” Caleb muttered. “That’s called thinking.” “That’s called depression,” Michelle corrected. Jayden nodded immediately. “Very severe depression honestly.” I looked toward Papa accusingly. “You started this.” A weak laugh escaped him softly. “Alexandra,” he whispered carefully, “you do not always have to carry everybody.”

How was she going to say that someone possibly had naked pictures of her? And she didn’t have any evidence about it. She used to be depressed about it. It also took some time to get over. It was so hard to crumple this up into a ball of paper and hide it in the deepest recesses of her heart. And pretend it never happened. So, she didn’t want to talk to anyone about it. Even more so, she didn't want to let anyone pry into the deepest secrets of her heart. If those pictures were to get leaked someday, was there any coming back from that?

“What is it then? Tell me.“ “It's simply a process of finding one’s true self and finding peace.“ I raised my brows and gasped. “Oh really? Tell me more.“ “In these age, there's now so much pressure on everyone, young and old. Depression is just a step or few steps away from most of us. While few people refuse to take that step because of their grit and resilience, most fail. They had no help or guidance, they give in. Finding yourself, cleansing your soul, these things bring you back, they make living more fulfilling.“ What shit is this girl spewing? I want my money back and she's telling me how to alleviate depression and know myself? I sighed. “Get back to work, Tabitha.“ She blinked. “Si

I know I can do better, she thought sourly. “What’s up with you, Heather? You’ve been acting all gloomy lately. Come on, you should be more upbeat. You’re Heather Langston for God’s sake! You were iconic on campus, and everyone wanted to be like you. You shouldn’t think less of yourself,” Leon cheered presently. He could tell how dejected and unsure she was of herself these days. If this carried on, it would only be a matter of time before she spiraled into depression. Presently, Heather stretched out like a starfish on the bed and mused woefully, “Oh, how meaningless life has become!” She had no qualms about dwelling in sadness, not when she had Leon next to her.

Rhode , I'm so sorry for doing this to you, but I have to go. Lately I've been having a lot of trouble with my mental health, and I've been hiding it from you, from everyone and even from myself for the longest time. And now it's all catching up to me and I need to deal with it.

“No. It felt odd to talk about it.. I’m over it now. But yes… I understand because there were days when I questioned myself.” “I am sorry…” I say, automatically. My heart is beating fast, unable to process. It makes me wonder how many things we hide and put a smile on our faces to go on with our lives. “I am fine now. I know what you faced was far worse…” he trails off. “Fuck. It’s hard.” he adds after a pause. “I know you don’t like to talk about it.. But the more we suppress it, the more it will pile up. So let it out. Talk to someone. Don’t carry the weight alone.”