Spiderman Depressed Novels & Stories

Keegan’s eye caught anger and pain in Lance’s eyes as his small fist clenched tight while staring at Jaxson and the gifts he received. “I am too old for balls… don’t you think..?” Jaxson muttered in a low tone. Ever since his mother left him in the world, the spirit of young Jaxson seemingly left too. His voice is noticeably weak everytime he speaks and he barely even smiles at people. But somehow, people in the manor, especially Matienzo, was relieved after hearing Jaxson speaking to people again after almost a year of meeting with the therapist. The doctor said that Jaxson’s condition was caused by depression and trauma.

He needed some kind of intoxication, to distract him from his damning reality. Again, he glanced at the files and his eyes clogged with tears. They were his accounts and the glaring proof that he just lost everything. For the past months, he's been a mess. With Jordy's lover demanding his son back and with Jordy completely forgetting about their short-term bond, he felt like a complete failure. Feeling played and used, he fell into an abyss of depression and brooding. He barely came to work. The affairs of the cafe were the least of his concerns. He spent all his time with Messiah Jnr and developed this intense fear of letting him out of sight for a second.

Magnolia's eyes went wide as she shrieked into the phone at Robin on the other side of the line. "What happened? How could he just disappear?!" Robin sighed before gathering the courage to speak. "Ms. Walker, you can't tell me you don't know what kind of state Dr. Foster has been in since that incident. He's so deeply traumatized physically and mentally that he has been relying on medication just to keep his severe depression under control, yet you still keep trying to provoke him.

He played so much role in her sad pathetic toxic married life. Now, after two chapters showing that something is clearly wrong—he was battling drug addiction and depression, he looked lifeless, unhappy. Diana his manager had to pay for psychiatrist, he was becoming someone he hated simply because the woman he loves wanted that person—yet all we focus on is our "Virgin Tarzan" fooling around? Oh no... he is actually human. He can break at some point and make bad decisions. Do we even care about Tarzan? Comparing him to Mitch?

“No, hon. You’re not hard to choose. You’ve proven yourself to me so many times. I’m the one with the problem.” Jasper pulled away slightly and looked up again. He wiped his tear-streaked cheeks. “I nearly destroyed myself during the time you were gone. I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. I kept blaming myself for why you left. Thank God my family didn’t abandon me. I went on medication because big brother Japeth said you wouldn’t come back to me if I stayed that way. I rebuilt myself because I hoped that one day, you’d return to your husband. That’s why I invested so much in transportation—of all my businesses, that’s the one you inspired. I never lost hope of finding you, even tho

Tara didn’t respond, she knows whatever sad story he has to say to her, won't work on her. “I’ve been battling depression for a long time,” he said. “Long before my father died. I take my meds. I do what I’m supposed to do. But his death… it triggered something. That day, at the hospital… I wasn’t myself. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t function properly.” She looked at him, her face unreadable.

"Marcus called me. Liam collapsed, Aurora. He hit the floor." Aurora froze. A flicker of something—fear?—crossed her face. "Is he okay?" "He's sedated. He's burnt out. He has been carrying this family on his back for a month while you... what? Waited for the end of the world?" "I'm sick," Aurora said defensively. "I have PPD. It's chemical." "I know it is," Sophia said. "I had it too. With my second." Aurora looked up, surprised. "You?"

It had been nearly two weeks since the woods, and I had been absolutely fucking miserable. I could barely motivate myself to go to work, let alone keep up with my usual workout routine. I was lucky if I could drag myself out of bed for a morning run. Food tasted even more bland than usual, colors, dull and gray. My panther was restless and depressed. We were falling apart.

Anywhere but here. Depression. The curse is back, and is trying to eat up my mind. I turn to leave, but Sebastian grabs the doorknub before I could. “Move,” I say. The coldness in my own voice scares me. I’m turning into darkness. The kind of pure ruin that would harm everything around me, including myself. The worst is, I can’t stop it once it kicks in. “Don’t you want to know why Silco admitted to be Johnny Vanderbilt when he wasn’t?” Sebastian offers, his eyes filled with something like concern. But I could no longer feel.

Olivia and Sharon, you both helped me, and I treated you both like shit. At least he could admit to it. ‘’I am sorry. I truly am, especially to you Sharon. Because at the end of this video, you will hate me even more.’’ Johnathan gave a little laugh. ‘’You could hardly look at me and I don’t blame you, I am the cause of your depression, just as how I am the cause of Olivia’s drug addiction.’’