Quotes About Hiding Depression Novels & Stories

And my burden is getting heavier. It is so hard to hide what you truly feel. It’s hard to handle all your problems by yourself. It’s like you’re falling into a deep, dark well. I don’t want my friends to see me suffering, that’s why I’m hiding it behind my smiles. But how long can I hold it?

he added, “I didn’t hide things because I didn’t trust you. I hid them because I didn’t trust myself.” That surprised me. He looked down at his hands. “There are parts of my past I’m not proud of. Choices I made when I was younger, more reckless, more selfish. I didn’t want those choices to define me. And I didn’t want them to define how you saw me.” I swallowed. “I get that,” I said softly. “More than you know.” And for the first time, I told him. Not everything. But enough. I told him about my depression.

Depression's heavy chains wrapped around me. In the darkness, I whispered: "I'm losing myself."

he asked me, disbelieving me. This is what I hate the most when it comes to showing and hiding my feelings. People say I am so easy to read. I show that I am happy when I am happy and sad when I am sad. I don’t think I’m a major of that. I don’t know. How can I conceal all the sadness? Leo looked at me, bothered that I am thinking so deeply. “Why don’t you tell us? We can help you.” He encouraged me to speak. I smiled and shook my head. “No, it’s really nothing.” And in fact, I don’t want them to be bothered by this thing I am bothered right now. I don’t want them to worry about my problem. About that Bianca Lee.

“Slowing down feels like hiding.” “No,” Nathan said firmly. “It feels like a strategy.” The word hung between them like a fault line. Ethan’s voice softened. “You think I don’t know how to hide? I lived there for years. I almost suffocated.” Nathan reached out then, unable to stop himself, cupping Ethan’s face. His thumb brushed beneath his eye, where exhaustion lived. “I’m not asking you to go back,” he whispered. “I’m asking you not to burn yourself alive trying to prove you won’t.”

” Nate asks, while his attention is on the road. “I'm fine, don't I look one?” I ask him back... He looked me in the eye. And I feel like I was caught off guard, I can't meet his eyes, so, I just lower my head to hide my sorrow. “ There's no harm in saying NO! As I see it, it is better to say Yes to avoid far explaining, but you know what it will give you a burden when you conceal it... Try to share it with others sometimes and you will see...You will be enlightened.

Then, Archie had one of the finest perceptive minds she had ever known and now that he was on the other side of the world, he couldn't butt in and come to any harm. She had been hiding inside her room on the pretext of a migraine and was aware that this flimsy excuse wouldn't really last her another day. As it is, Bhaiya had been skeptical as to when had she developed this nasty ailment, but there had been no other way to justify her red puffy eyes and need for solace in a darkened room. If she would be honest with herself, she needed outside help as she wasn't doing herself any favors with all the crying. All she was doing was pushing herself to the verge of depression.

"They say I'm the one who's driving everyone away. It might be true. I went through periods that I don't recommend to anyone. I'm not just saying it physically, but psychologically as well. To this day there are days when all I want most in the world is to stop breathing. And that's terrible. I know. It's terrible that I'm wasting my life, while there are children who do everything to live and don't have the same conditions. But my head has become as big a mess as anything in my life. But they don't understand.” "Do you have depression? "Questioned the stranger. I shook my head, in doubt. "Well, most people who go to my bar believe that there is nothing more therapeutic than laughing while f

But even I can't do anything. Like today. I could do nothing but stand from a distance while silently observing the gradual descent of the coffin underground. I couldn't bear watching it without my chest tightening. That even at the last moment, I was not by his side. They say it's better to feel your pain than hide it. Because no matter how much a person hides the pain he feels, it's still there. At the end of the day, when all the things he's doing are done, it will find its way to get to him. Because the pain didn't disappear completely, it was just hidden for a while.

“Everything you said to Luis on the phone, I heard it.” “No, you weren’t supposed to hear that because it’s just these thoughts that are just running in my head and I couldn’t stop saying all that. I can’t stop with these thoughts and it’s suffocating me, but I shouldn’t have said anything.” I tell him as I try to free my hands from his hold, but he only reaches out to wrap his arms around me trying to pull me close to him, but I couldn’t help moving my arms to get out of his hold. “Why can’t anyone get it? My depression just doesn’t go away even when you try and even then it’s better off showing everyone that you’re fine. It's tiring having to do that, but it's the only way.”