Quotes For Depression Novels & Stories

to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace. Depression is a poison of the heart and mind. It spreads like rust and tarnishes the soul, corroding its way through to the core until you begin to diminish, fall into ruin, beyond salvation, into this pit of despair that you can't crawl out from. The voices grow louder here; they are repetitive, grinding you down until all that's left is to accept your fate. They're right. What am I? I am nothing. I have nothing left. I am worthless. I am better off dead.

“I’m just going out for a bit, Ate Rose. I need some coffee.” “Coffee won’t help you sleep. Have warm milk; there’s some in the jar.” Ruth nodded, “Okay, sorry for waking you up.” “Don’t worry. We’re all worried about you. Mom keeps asking about you. She’s afraid you might do something drastic.” She scoffed, “Tiya Mening is exaggerating. I’m not thinking about that.” “Well, we don’t know. When a person is depressed, rational thinking goes out the window. Depression is a formidable foe, Ruth Mirabelle.”

She told Deirdre about many fun things and told Deirdre to reach out to her tomorrow when the car stopped. “Miss McKinnon, here’s a motivational quote. We should live every day being happy. You’re so beautiful, so why do you wear a sad face? If it’s a relationship problem, you don’t need to mind that at all because you have no lack of suitors. If it’s something else, it’s useless to be worried anyway. You just need to adjust your mentality and start fresh.”

"Penny, were you secretly checking your phone again?" Cecilia and Bubbles were very worried. Sometimes, this was how one would get depression. Penny was experiencing extreme emotional highs and lows before it took a rapid plunge. It was no wonder she felt depressed. Cecilia didn't want Penny to become like that. Penny was the sun in the sky and the rope that pulled her out of hell. She shouldn't be in such a predicament. Didn't they say that good people should be rewarded? Why had it come to this?

I downed the glass like my whole life depended on it and that's when I noticed that I'm depressed. I have been since that night I met Herman. But am I really? I do eat....... well not much. Not like I use to anyway and I'm always or maybe sort of sad. I sleep a lot and hate talking to anyone apart from a few people. Or maybe I'm over thinking it. The burn the liquid gives me is soothing as I reck my mind and heart for anything other than numbness.

I was going to visit Mom after the gathering last night, but Asher's depression flared up again. "I only did all that to cheer him up. Once he's better, we'll get back together. And I hope you'll stop causing trouble for him. He got depressed because we got married. I can't just ignore him." I looked at her. Dark circles shadowed her eyes. She'd probably spent the whole night with Asher again. My gaze dropped to the divorce papers. Our names sat side by side, close enough to touch. When I didn't respond, her patience ran out.

DEPRESSION. In psychotherapy and psychiatry, a period of unhappiness or low morale which lasts longer than several weeks and may include ideation of self-inflicted injury or suicide. Everyone is a patient but just doesn't know their sickness. It could be physical or mental but no one is a hundred percent healthy because of the toxic nature of life.

I mumbled. Elliot looked up at me and slowly reached to grab my arm, “It's just a theory. I'm not saying that that's exactly what you have, but it's just something that you can relate to.” he said and showed me a page from his book. “So, most people with major depression have conditions that can be identified from the 5 things listed: feeling sad or irritable most days, less interested in most activities you once enjoyed, lose or gain weight from a change of appetite, trouble sleeping or wanting to sleep more, feeling of restlessness, unusually tired, feeling worthless or guilty, difficulty concentrating, and lastly thinking of harming yourself or committing suicide.”

Disadvantage of having a Psychology major for a sister: she knows you more than you know yourself. "And hell, you don't even know why," I let her continue. "You have everything going on for you. And still, you feel helpless. You feel as if you're not in control. This feeling. This web of numbness. It's hard to convince people of what you're feeling. Because you yourself don't even fully understand why. But I understand. Depression is a motherfucker. It creeps on you whenever it feels like it. And stays as long as it wants. As long as it needs. Depression is a motherfucker. A bastard not willing to let you go. It's out to get you, to destroy you. To rain on you. But you must be stronger than

I hung the phone up I'm not in the mood for his stupid jokes I went back to Peter's room. He is studying the ceiling " Don't suffer in silence." He looked at me in shock " I'm here and there are many other people who want to help you. The scariest thing about your recovery process is that the only person who can truly help you is yourself. You should change your thought processes and stop bullying yourself, it's a habit that's been hard to break. It may seem impossible to overcome depression but believe me, you will get there. You shouldn't feel guilty for feeling the way you do because depression is an illness like any other, it isn't any more self centered than having a broken leg. You sho