Short Story About 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

It hurt so much my knees gave out. My whole body shook. I stumbled toward my mother's room. It was empty. A single letter rested on the pillow. My hands trembled as I opened it. [Dear Wilde,] [Don't be sad. Mom is just going to see your dad again.] [Mara is right. A life-saving debt is the hardest debt to repay. She saved me twice. Without her, I would've died a long time ago. But that debt is mine, not yours.] [You have your own future ahead of you. Don't let gratitude become your chains. Keep moving forward. Live a happy life.]

Her eyes were red-rimmed. She placed the book on the table. Her hands were shaking. "I read it in one night," the girl whispered. "The part about the closet... about hiding because you thought you were too much..." She looked at Aria, tears spilling over. "I thought I was the only one." Aria reached across the table. She took the girl's hand. "You are never the only one," Aria said. "That's the lie depression tells you. It says you're singular in your pain. But you're part of a choir."

I no longer have my big brother to protect me, especially from myself. After our parents died three years ago, only blocks from our house, I became a different person. The drunk driver kept going after he plowed into them during their nightly walk. The fourteen-year-old who killed them had found his parents' whiskey stash before taking his dad's truck for a joyride. He only got two years of probation. Back then, I was upset. I was confused. I had no idea what depression was until I was in the stranglehold of its dark abyss.

" Believe me when I say you're not at fault. I know you try all you can to stop stealing but you just can't. I might not understand fully but I know the struggle is hard" " But maybe it's about time you visit your physiatrist. It's been a month now since you did" Jade suggested and Raven pulled her to a tight hug. " I'm I a bad person sis?" She asked as another strand of tears rolled down her cheeks. Jade kissed her hair deeply. " No you're not. You're the most amazing person I know. Despite suffering from depression and amnesia, you try not to lose your joy and you're never tired of helping people out" A faint smile creeped up Raven's lips as she hugged Jade more tightly.

He added. L glared at Dean as he took his bag and prepared to go. “I’m going to class.” L said as he walked first. Dean’s eyes widened. “Hey wait! Lance!!” He yelled as he hurriedly packed all his things inside his bag and ran after L. “As you can see the lead of the story had lost his strength in life because of a loss of a loved one. He didn’t even dare to fix his hygiene and all because of depression.” Mr. Lim expressed. “So, right now, I want you all to make a reaction and reflection paper about depression.” He added as everyone groaned in their seats.

It gnawed at me like a constant ache, a reminder of the void that Cassidy’s absence had left behind. The heaviness of my thoughts feels like an anchor dragging me down into the depths of my own mind. It's as if I'm trapped in a never-ending darkness, a place where hope struggles to exist. Depression is a relentless specter that clings to every corner of my being. Its grip tightens with every passing moon, making even the simplest tasks feel like insurmountable mountains. The moon hangs high in the sky as I stand before Beta Achilles, the silver light casting an ethereal glow upon his masculine figure.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

"Yes, Perer. If you would mind telling me, please do." "Today, I thought about my depression and how it has been eating me slowly. Do you know what depression is?" "Yes I do," the therapist replied. "Well," I continued. "My depression has been feeding on me slowly. It has taken total control of my body and it is washing me away. Today, I heard the sound of the drum in my bedroom. The sound was not sharp neither was it clear. It was just there. It was from the sound of the drum that I learnt how long it takes for someone to die before he realize he is dead."

It is more like a glimpse of shadow when you see the face and that's all it is. "Depression is not caused by having too much given too little time . It is caused by acknowledging too much given too little space to store". I could easily tell Mathews's story and I might even tell it well, add filter there and there, brush some scenes and polish each word. But it won't be genuine for it'll be from my point of view. It won't be his anymore. You'd be reading my story but with an additional character in it. So I believe I should hand the mic to him.