Depression Quotes, Sayings about being depressed
Sadness misses happiness not here; depression discounts happiness that is.
– Alan Robert Neal
Depression is a whole worse than some think. It is harder and harder to keep fighting everyday 24×7. It really is very real! Plus I’m I very grateful to have a very sweet and good young man that’s my life line and if he moves any farther away then I don’t know if if I could handle it!!! But he has to do what’s best for him not me but I’ll never forget this sweet and dear friend who has helped more than he will ever know!!!you know who are and that’s why I love you and your friendship is so very important to me+++.
Depression will never go away, even when you think it’s gone it comes right back. You’ll have the best day of your life and then depression comes back and you’ll never be happy!! I don’t want to keep crying myself to sleep I want to be happy but depression will never let you!
Depression is feeling numb inside. You literally can’t feel anything. Your soul is crying. It feels like knives are constantly stabbing your soul. You can’t find joy in anything and you just lay on your bed thinking about ways to end your life. You go to bed, hoping that the pain goes away and then waking up with the same pain for the whole day ahead. You’re screaming that people care about you but in reality you don’t talk to anyone.
Depression is like feeling numb all the time. You’re smiling but it cannot hide the pain. Your whole body feels like a zombie. Too tired but you’re doing your best to survive. It feels like you’re stopping the rain from falling. You want to be dead but afraid to die. Having a lots of hopes and thinking you’re still hopeless.
Being loved but still feels like being alone. A lots of people you know can help you but you don’t have the courage to ask them because you feel like they don’t understand you. It’s like being happy then being sad at the same time.
You can’t understand yourself. You just want to escape from that pain you don’t even know where it from. It’s like everyday is a new life and a new battle you need to survive. A lot of things you want to say but you can’t. It’s like fighting yourself.
My depression hurts, it hurts physically and mentally. I don’t tell anyone this, I don’t tell them how I feel or what I want, because I know how they will react. They will feel bad, or upset, they will say “I’m sorry” or “It’s okay”, and I done want that. I don’t want them to care, but at the same time I do. I don’t want them to feel bad because it just makes me feel worse that they are thinking about my well being instead of their own.
I feel guilty about it. And it hurts everywhere, not just my chest, but my stomach, legs, arms, literally everything is in pain. I don’t remember when it started or when it will end but it has stopped me from doing many things. Being around my family or hanging out with my friends.
I don’t like talking about it, in fact I never have until this. I always push my feelings down until I’m alone, where I can feel free to let the out. I used to burn myself, every single night. But I stopped because my friend didn’t want me to. I used to smoke, but I stopped cause my family wanted me to. I still drink though. It’s all I have left that keeps me distracted from what I’m feeling. It numbs it in a sense.
Please, if you are reading this, don’t feel bad, you don’t need to. I’m just venting, I suppose I am fine though, so please, just read it, hear my story. Help people who actually need it. I promise I’m fine.
Depression is horrible. Every night you go to sleep, you wish that you never wake up. But when you do wake up, you are disappointed because you know that you just have to experience the horrid and intense feeling of sadness, worthlessness, self-consciousness and hopelessness all over again. It’s like you’re stuck in a nightmare that you can’t wake up from. Nobody knows what a depressed person is going through unless they have experienced such a deep depression themselves. It’s not fun to have it at all. People think your depression can be cured by therapy and medication, but guess what. When you’re depression is as bad as mine, that stuff doesn’t work. And when the time is near, one will do anything to free himself from being stuck in such a position.
Depression is like holding a gun and pointing it at your own head, and everyday is a struggle to not pull the damn trigger.
Depression does not kill you instantly, it kills you slowly.
The happiest people usually have the saddest past.
“I’m fine” is always better than answering a hundreds of question. It is easier than explaining and remembering things you have been trying to forget.
Never look at yourself in the mirror while crying. This will cause self-pity and will make situation worse.
I’m always depressed. Coming home from school not wanting to do anything. Eating less, talking less. I went from a happy 5 years old to a teenager who doesn’t care if shes dead or not. My dad died when I was 5. After he died I faked smiles & laughs.
Depression is like sinking. Everyone around you is still breathing while you’re struggling. Only few will say something & the other half will walk away.
She paints a pretty picture but the story has a twist her paint brush is a razor and her canvass is her wrist.
Who will fix me now
Tell me what I’ve done
Save me from myself
Don’t let me drown
Who will make me fight?
Drag me out alive
Save me from myself
Don’t let me drown.
Depression is being mentally scared for the rest of the life. Because wounds eventually scar and leave a mark.
Depression is hard to explain. It’s like a growth, hollowing out your heart. The heart that once loved, that once had passion for laughing, emotions in general, activities, etc. It numbs you. It numbs your actions, like freezing you in water. To the point where you feel exhausted, unable to move, think, or act. I once told a person that depression is like being in a glass box sinking in quicksand. Slowly. You can see through it to others looking at you, but to them, they see a face or a facade of the person you hide behind. And what scares them the most is that they try screaming, but they can’t because it feels useless. It’s more than you know.
Depression took me away from all of you. I don’t know how to get back.
Depression is not just being sad, or scared. It’s much more. Depression is feeling worthless, being betrayed. Feeling that betrayal all the time. Not reaching out or being acknowledged. Giving scars when you feel no one’s your friend. Depression can not be cured with cuddles or being told “It’s going to be okay” because it is not going to be okay. Look deep and- wait, why am I telling you? You won’t even understand.
This country is free, and so are we; but don’t let this shit fool you. Inside most of us are just faking our happiness for the pity of others. Inside, we are breaking. I feel as if I’m locked in a cage, breaking, no way to escape. Nobody notices my shadow behind me, growing larger and larger each day. But I know if I say anything. They won’t understand.
It lingers in the back of your head and the deepest pit in your heart, even though you don’t realize, but somehow, you know it’s always there.