After I Became Mentally Challenged Novels & Stories

His brows were creased into a frown, his eyes wide with concern. I attempted to laugh it off, claiming that it was 'nothing'. However, after that day, my mental health took a spiraling descent into chaos. When I wasn't hallucinating, I was having nightmares. My family needed me, but I couldn't be there for them. I was trapped. One day, I decided to go to the garden, hoping I might feel better. But, as I walked along the hallway, the lights began to flicker.

And ever since that day, I had been in the run. I could never forget that night when I suffered a panic attack and the chaos that ensued immediately Alex had left with Ricardo's lifeless body. I could never forget how I scrunched myself up in a corner, clawing at my head, neck and face in attempt to shut out the voices in my head. I could vividly remember suffering a seizure and passing out after spotting Abyss as they approached. Since then, I became a shadow of myself. I was completely unable to function properly—my mental state was completely deterred.

Chadwick Feeling mentally numb and paralyzed as a result of this shocking blow, I clutched my hands together tightly and tried to stop them from trembling. All I could hear was a ringing in my ears, and the sounds around me were muffled as if I were wearing earplugs. My brain stopped working and my thoughts were blank because what the flying fuck just happened? The very unbelievable image of Ashanti, the woman I fell in love with so deeply and passionately, transforming into a wolf in my presence replayed in my mind.

He was still following me around like a loyal puppy. With Rowan by my side, I started working out regularly, and slowly, my muscles started to recover. Sometimes, I'd look back on my time in the psychiatric facility and wonder if it had all been some terrible nightmare, but it no longer had a hold on me.

But Vicky had done something even more impossible. For years, I’d been plagued by a neurological stutter, a psychosomatic glitch in my speech and mind born from the sheer, crushing trauma of losing my wife. I’d seen my doctor twice just last week, and the old man finally confirmed what I already knew: my brain had essentially tricked itself into healing. Meeting Vicky, trading barbs with her, feeling her fire—it had jarred my system so violently that my mind believed the void was filled. The distortion in my brain and speech was entirely gone now.

Instead, she turned to look at me. I kept my head down, thinking, "Yvette clearly is just worried about Mom going back to the company and getting in the way of her escapades with Dad. Ugh, they're like two dogs in heat! They couldn't even wait to get a room. Don't they know that the office has a surveillance camera? "And what did she mean by mental illness? It was Dad who drugged Mom and forced her to leave the company. Later, Yvette found her a quack who claimed to be a traditional medicine practitioner. He had no license and prescribed prescriptions that only worsened her condition.

He eyed me suspiciously. “I am in the middle of a crisis. I just realized I can’t jack off for the next six months!” Nice save. Percy’s mouth fell open, and his pupils widened. “Oh my god. That’s what you’re worried about?” I brought my hand up and knocked on my head again. I’m getting dumber and dumber. I’m screwed. I am having a mental crisis. Oh god! Why did I wake up dumber than I already am? Okay, I’m not dumb. I’m quite smart, but dear god, I’ve gone stupid.

All of Northhelm was swooning over how deeply in love they were. At the time, I happened to be in a manic depressive episode. I lost control and resorted to self-harm, forcing Morgan to come back and check on me. Ever since I fell ill, my cognitive state had severely deteriorated. Ingrid taunted me, claiming Morgan grew tired of me because I was too boring in bed. Hence, I single-mindedly believed that if I just fixed our sex life, Morgan and I could go back to the way we were. I went so far as to slip an aphrodisiac into Morgan's drink. That was likely the night that I got knocked up.

After being locked up in the mental asylum for 99 days, I was given an early discharge due to improved conditions. After my mother found out, she said coldly, “I won’t pick you up! I’m the head of the psychiatry department. If I personally pick you up, what would others think of me? “Let me tell you the truth. I signed the papers to have you committed. “Sally did slap you first, yet you pushed her to the ground! “She’s your adoptive little sister. How could you do that?” She hung up on me. My hands trembled when I phoned my older brother, Victor Anderson. Before I could speak, he sighed. “Clara, I fully support Mom’s decision. “Besides, I’m an early childhood educator. If others fi

He seemed completely out of it and was speaking incoherently as if he had lost his mind. "That damned woman almost crippled me! I hope she dies! "I didn’t report her to the police after she ran me over, but she didn't even bother to call me to check on me! I hope she goes bankrupt! Bankrupt! I curse her in the name of everything. I hope she goes bankrupt! "I'll place a hex on her! Bankrupt!" His repeated chants were turned into a joke online. "You've lost it! You should see a psychiatrist." "Someone, please tag the director of the mental asylum."