ME IN PIECES: Emotional Monologues about Sadness, Anger and Depression

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He’ll play a whole album after that. Go home! Just like your father, stubborn as a mule. Goes in one ear and out your ass! Yes, you’re right. I have to toughen up… there’s always someone who has it worse than me. Sorry I am so depressed all the time… sorry I bring you down. I don’t mean to ruin your day… Or your life. I’d love to stop being depressed. I wish I could look on the bright side and turn that frown upside down. I wish it were that easy. But when I’m alone… fear sets in. I wonder… Do I really want to be alone? Maybe their visits comfort me.

I wish I were that star over there – The little one next to Orion – that way I’d never be lonely – It’s so free out there – no one can touch you or hurt you – you can simply shine – People don’t like it when you shine – that’s why stars are up there and not down here – humans think the brightness is offensive – You think it’s my fault don’t you? You think it’s all in my head. Yes, we all have this problem don’t we? We all get a little blue sometimes. I get very blue all the time. I’m so blue I’m purple. Don’t tell me you understand… you don’t understand! You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father’s bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin’ was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t. Little Forrest, he’s doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He’s really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He’s so smart, Jenny. You’d be so proud of him. I am. He wrote a letter, and he says I can’t read it. I’m not supposed to, so I’ll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don’t know if Momma was right or if it’s Lieutenant Dan. I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away. 7. “The Burning Plain” by Guillermo Arriaga: Sylvia’s confession In some patients, the excessive guilt can even turn into the delusion of guilt, when depression gets incredibly severe and psychotic symptoms start cropping up as well.We live in a world where lies keep us quiet. Lies comfort us and allow us to go about our lives without worry. Why worry when we know nothing of the truth? Every wish is granted and this manufactured reality protects us from the unknown.

A monologue isn’t always a one-sided conversation between characters. It can also be a one-sided conversation the speaker directs at their audience. Think of online rants, impassioned pleas, and situations where you’ve listened to a friend vent. Those are monologues. There you are again! It’s too awful to listen to, so it is! Nikolai Michailovitch is dead, it was the will of the Lord and the Lord has given him eternal peace. You have grieved over it and that ought to be enough. Now it’s time to stop. One can’t weep and wear mourning forever! My wife died a few years ago, too. I grieved for her, I wept a whole month—and then it was over. Must one be forever singing lamentations? That would be more than your husband was worth! (He sighs.) You have forgotten all your neighbors. You don’t go out and you won’t receive any one. We live,—you’ll pardon me—like the spiders, and the good light of day we never see. All the livery is eaten by the mice—As though there weren’t any more nice people in the world! But the whole neighborhood is full of gentlefolk. In Riblov the regiment is stationed, officers—simply beautiful! One can’t see enough of them! Every Friday a ball, and military music every day. Oh, my dear, dear ma’am, young and pretty as you are, if you’d only let your spirits live! Beauty can’t last forever. When ten short years are over, then you’ll be glad enough to go out a bit! And meet the officers—and then it’ll be too late.” Depression Monologues for Males 3 I don’t want anything – and I don’t want to talk anymore – can I please be by myself? That’s all you’ve done here – poke, prop, and pry – I’ve never felt so violated before – I just want to be left alone. It can last for hours and hours…one time it even lasted for days and even when I regained my sense of self, it took me time to feel like me again. I don’t know what you call this…maybe I’m losing my mind and it frightens me to be honest…I’ve never uttered a word to this before to anyone I know…thank you for hearing me out.” Depression Monologue 2 JOHAN: I didn’t set out to be this way. I tried for so long to run away from myself. I’ve run all my life. Every day I’m haunted with the fact that I’m living a lie and I don’t want to hide anymore, I don’t want to hide from you, from dad…I don’t want to be this way but I have to be this way…there is no other way for me. I’ve tried everything else. This is me, Mom. I never wanted to hurt you or let you down or be less than the son you’ve always wanted. I know I’m probably not the son you’ve wanted and I’m sorry for that. I just want to be accepted for who I truly am, not for who everyone thinks I am. I just want you to know how I feel inside about this and how hard it’s been for me all these years…I’m not trying to hurt you and dad…I only want your acceptance.” ConclusionIn this brief guide, we will look at 7 most devastating depression monologues. Depression Monologue 1 I had been with Jacob for nearly a decade. We had celebrated holidays together. He had seen my full range of emotion—sadness, anger…joy. We had grown together, I had thought. But then one day, he told me he no longer loved me. I was devastated. I’m sorry – I’m so sorry – There’s usually no one to listen – at least no one who’s willing to bend – Why are you still here? What’s the use of talking if it doesn’t do anyone any good? This second depression monologue is something many people suffering from depression monologue might relate to, and it is from Sylvia Plath’s work, the bell Jar, where she talks about depression in the form of Esther Greenwood, whom many people believe to be an alter ego for Plath.

I suffer from palpitations, I’m excitable and always getting awfully upset…. At this very moment my lips are trembling, and there’s a twitch in my right eyebrow…. But the very worst of all is the way I sleep. I no sooner get into bed and begin to go off when suddenly something in my left side—gives a pull, and I can feel it in my shoulder and head…. I jump up like a lunatic, walk about a bit, and lie down again, but as soon as I begin to get off to sleep there’s another pull! And this may happen twenty times… Where you lied about your age to get on and frequently rearranged your "top friends" lists accordingly. 14. Abercrombie models And I guess I thought it could be like this forever, you know? I assumed that it was the only world I was allowed to live in. That I would never get to experience the feeling of being touched in a way that was anything less than innocent and fragile. That equality was only among the dead and that apologies were the only form of a compliment that existed. People suffering from depression but still functioning at the same time may often feel like cutting themselves off from the world and sitting alone not doing anything, and this monologue about depression captures that well.

Then I want to say—I know your secret. You don’t love me—Isn’t that it? Sssh! It’s all right, dear. You can’t help what you don’t feel. I’ve guessed you didn’t—right along. And I’ve loved you—such a long time now—always, it seems. And you’ve sort of guessed—that I did—didn’t you? No, don’t speak! I’m sure you’ve guessed—only you didn’t want to know—that—did you?—when you didn’t love me. That’s why you were lying—but I saw, I knew! Oh, I’m not blaming you, darling. How could I—never! You mustn’t look so—so frightened. I know how you felt, dear. I’ve—I’ve watched you. It was just a flirtation for you at first. Wasn’t it? I thought you were leaving – Sorry but I’m busy – I’m killing weeds – Cultivating beauty by killing the ugly – it’s an odd practice – in reality its weeds on which the soil feeds – I had to be alone – I – I needed to hide – I had no choice – I had to get away – I couldn’t live like the others anymore – Delivered from beyond the grave, this monologue recounts how Tom ended up six feet under. Despite its brevity, it offers plenty of room to play with the concept of sadness in a quiet yet powerful way—which can ultimately help you stand out from the crowd. TOM This depression monologue for females is from For All Time by Madame le Bargy, and here the character speaking is talking about the grief of losing a loved one.

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” I get you clothes sometimes, so it would be perfectly reasonable if I got some from you too. Again, any guy who braves any type of dreadful clothing store deserves an award too. We briefly mentioned above that monologues exist outside the realm of drama and fiction. Think about the last time you went on a rant about something that bothered you, or you listened to a podcast where the host expressed their personal views on the episode’s topic. Those are examples of monologues. These are other types of monologues: MORE THAN SANTA: Brandy has fallen in love with the mall Santa. But will their love sustain post December 25? This is an excellent sad monologue that showcases how the character swings wildly between grief and bewilderment, offering actors the opportunity to showcase depth. Given its brevity, this sad monologue is a great option for prepared, open, and video auditions. ANYA

Have you ever wanted anything that badly in your life? So badly that you can’t imagine your future without it? Star light star bright, first star I see tonight… I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight…” I always make the same wish, but I can’t tell you what it is. Then it might not come true. I really want it too. It would change my life. Oh yeah… a nice cup of tea will instantly cure me – maybe if you put some strychnine in it. I wish I could just snap out of it… like it was some kind of spell a witch cast on me. I’m waiting for some prince to come along and kiss my tears away.” It can last for hours and hours…one time it even lasted for days and even when I regained my sense of self, it took me time to feel like me again. I don’t know what you call this…maybe I’m losing my mind and it frightens me to be honest…I’ve never uttered a word to this before to anyone I know…thank you for hearing me out. The Darkness