Quotes Depression Anxiety Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’re stable now. We pumped your stomach and administered activated charcoal. You’re lucky, another hour and it could have been much worse.” I blinked slowly, too weak to speak more than a whisper. My throat burned. The doctor continued. “Beyond the overdose, tests show you’re suffering from severe clinical depression with acute anxiety disorder. Your body is exhausted, elevated cortisol levels, nutrient deficiencies, and signs of prolonged stress. You need total rest. No stress. Consistent medication, we’re prescribing antidepressants and a mild anxiolytic. Therapy is strongly recommended. If you don’t follow this regimen strictly, the next episode could be fatal.”

I speak exasperated, "we'll talk tomorrow, I'll be early at the store." "Promise me you'll come," he whispers, and I nod. The brain always tries to deceive you or make you feel that none of those around you are people who love you with a sincere heart or that eventually a day will come when they will get bored of your damn mood swings, I know that means a lack of self-esteem. To be honest, depression eats me day and night, it's impossible not to feel like shit in this world. I can swear that I've been fighting against my emotional stability, and I can swear that it's impossible to control the moods that depression and anxiety cause.

The weight of this loss pressed down on my chest, suffocating me, as though I were trapped in the deepest depths of the ocean, unable to swim to the surface. Days turned into weeks, filled with restless nights and endless searching. The anxiety consumed me, gnawing at my every thought. I could feel my spirit breaking, my once vibrant demeanor fading into the shadows. I was falling into a maddening abyss of depression, and I couldn't find the strength to claw my way out.

I have people around me But I have no one for me I miss the old me The one who used to be happy.. There's nothing wrong going right now in my life But nothing seems right I don't know if Its my anxiety But I want this to stop please. I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice I am loosing myself slowly. The things which used to make me feel happy.. It doesn't make me feel anything now. I wish someone could understand it... But again no one is me...

the doctor explained. "So what can we do for her?" Shishir raised a question. “Even though it is the beginning stage of depression, she can get anxiety attacks most of the time, and if it goes worse then she can end up harming herself. So you all should be very careful with her from now on. A little bit of pressure on her mind can result in huge consequences. Try to keep her happy...” After the doctor left, Kamy fell on her knees devastated hearing him. “What have we done… what have we done…”

I closed the door to my room and found it neatly cleaned. The sheets and duvets had been changed. The floor cleaned and all the clothes arranged in order. I locked the door and sunk down as my chin met my knees and stayed their, not crying not doing anything. Their was pain that ate you alive, it ate you from inside like cancer and laughed and mocked at you. "You thought you could get away from us, you thought you could leave us behind, we are a part of you, wherever you go, whatever you do, you are one with us," my depression and anxiety laughed at me.

No wonder his mood had always changed drastically. I had searched for some references about BPD mental disorders. Generally, someone with BPD has feelings of anxiety, fear of rejection and abandonment. It was obvious why Axe had been so anxious and afraid of me leaving him. He can get very emotional when I ask for freedom like yesterday. It turned out to be a serious problem that he had to deal with. "Have you taken your medicine, Axe?" I asked once again. Seeing him just silently stare blankly ahead, made anxiety slowly gnaw at my chest.

I was too fucked-up to deserve this man. In that moment, I knew I would only bring him down. Tonight, I was holding my own but my anxiety, depression, and need for constants could rush forward at any time. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason. God, I loved him. Somehow, I had to let him go.

“Bunny, what’s wrong? Jesus, you’re killing me here…” “Sorry…” Quinn sobbed out, pressing her face into his chest. “I’m just on edge.” “Should I ask Wendy for something to help you sleep?” Quinn nodded against him. “Could you?” She looked up and pushed away from him, hugging her arms around herself and sitting down on the bed. “I need to stop my mind from working…it just keeps running all these horrible scenes through of what could happen…” Cory sat down next to her and put his arm around her. “Alright…shit, I didn’t realize it was that bad…do you seriously suffer from anxiety?”

Author’s POV: Anya’s nose was bleeding non-stop and her white hospital gown was dyed red. She had already held on to her for too long. The tense nerves in her brain had already reached their limit. Then, they finally broke. She suffered from served depression, unable to regulate her emotions without the aid of medication. “Anya, Anya!” Kester shouted anxiously and tried to stand up from the wheelchair. Miranda was filled with terror as she swiftly moved forward to assist Anya. “Anya!” she exclaimed with concern.