心情郁闷 英文短语

标题：The Weight of the World John felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was as if the sky had fallen on him, leaving him buried under the crushing pressure of life. He sat alone in his apartment, the only sound being the occasional drip from the leaky faucet in the kitchen. The gloomy atmosphere matched his mood perfectly. He had always been the strong one, the one who could handle anything that was thrown at him. But lately, everything seemed to be going wrong. His job was stressful, his relationship was on the rocks, and his friends seemed to be drifting away. It was as if the universe was conspiring against him, leaving him isolated and alone. John sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as if the gesture could erase the turmoil inside him. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt truly happy. It seemed like years ago, in a life that belonged to someone else. Now, all he felt was an overwhelming sense of dread, as if something terrible was about to happen. As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, a knock came at the door. It was unexpected, and John was startled out of his reverie. He didn't move at first, unsure of whether he wanted to answer it. But the knocking persisted, growing louder and more insistent. With a sigh, John got up and made his way to the door. He peered through the peephole and was surprised to see his old friend, Sarah. They hadn't spoken in months, and John was taken aback by her sudden appearance. "Hey," Sarah said, smiling warmly as John opened the door. "I know it's been a while, but I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by." John hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to let her in. "Come on in," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Sarah looked around the apartment, taking in the disarray and the gloomy atmosphere. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "You look like you've been hit by a truck." John laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck," he admitted. "Everything's just... too much." Sarah sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her. "Come on, talk to me. What's been going on?" So John told her, everything. About his job, his relationship, his friends. He talked about the weight of responsibility that seemed to be crushing him, about the constant fear that something terrible was about to happen. As he spoke, Sarah listened intently, nodding her head in understanding. When he finally finished, she took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently. "John, you can't carry the weight of the world on your shoulders," she said softly. "It's too much for anyone to handle. You need to let some of it go, to share the burden with someone else." John looked at her, his eyes filled with tears. "I don't know how," he admitted. "I've always been the strong one, the one who could handle anything. I don't know how to be anything else." Sarah smiled at him, her eyes filled with compassion. "It's okay to not be strong all the time," she said. "It's okay to ask for help, to let someone else carry some of the weight. You don't have to do it all on your own." John felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he listened to her words. For the first time in a long time, he felt like there might be a way out of the darkness that had engulfed him. "Thank you," he said, his voice shaky with emotion. "Thank you for coming here, for listening to me. I don't know what I would have done without you." Sarah squeezed his hand again, a warm smile on her face. "That's what friends are for," she said. "Now, how about we go out and get some coffee? It'll be good to get out of this apartment for a while." John nodded, feeling a small flicker of hope for the first time in a long time. Together, they left the apartment and stepped out into the sunlight, a small but significant step towards a brighter future. As they walked down the street, John felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of hope and possibility. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he also knew that he didn't have to do it all on his own. With Sarah by his side, he felt ready to face whatever came his way. And for the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to believe that things might just get better.