After I Became Mentally Challenged Novels & Stories

he explained. I nodded. "What if there is just one other identity? An unwelcome parasite." At the insult, I suddenly felt a hard push in my mind that caused a terrible ache to strike my head like lightning. I grunted, briefly closing my eyes as I massaged my skull. Shut up, bitch! I was probably still cussing out myself. "Are you alright," Damon asked sternly. "I am well," I said slowly, glancing towards him. "I was just curious about the different mental illnesses that affect the supernatural."

"You've got this." As Jaden's body healed, his mind embarked on a different kind of journey. Memories of the accident replayed in his mind like a haunting movie, leaving him restless and tormented. Night after night, he would wake up in a cold sweat, his heart pounding against his chest. It was during one of these sleepless nights that he met Maya, a young psychologist specializing in trauma recovery.

I watched as he reluctantly turned and walked back to his apartment, glancing over his shoulder once more before disappearing behind his door. I closed the door and leaned against it, my legs suddenly feeling like jelly. What the hell had I become? A paranoid mess, jumping at every shadow, waving a gun around like some kind of maniac. I pressed my hand to my forehead, trying to calm the storm raging inside my mind. I couldn’t keep going on like this. I had to get a grip, had to think clearly if I was going to figure out who was behind all of this.

I exclaimed, unable to contain my frustration, drawing the attention of those nearby. I could sense the judgmental glances and hear more thoughts from people about me, labeling me as a weirdo. Their opinions swirled around me, making me feel increasingly bewildered and vulnerable. I couldn't take it any longer. I hastily left the school, storming out through the exit in search of solace. As I stepped away from the source of the voices, I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to have escaped the incessant mental chatter. Walking along the street, the weight of my newfound ability began to sink in. I could read people's minds. It had been just a few months since I started attending the elite sch

From Sarah, who'd been a stage hypnotist, I learned hypnosis techniques. "The mind is more fragile than people think," Sarah told me during our sessions. "Break the right mental barriers, and you can make anyone do anything." After staying in the mental hospital so long, I sometimes wondered if I'd really become mentally ill. The line between sanity and madness had blurred. But touching Alice's ashes around my neck, I regained my clarity. The small pendant was my anchor to reality, to my purpose. During the three years, Marcus tried to visit many times. I could see him through the reinforced windows, pacing in the visiting room.

He said and winked. I was confused but didn't think too much about it. Rather, I was concerned about the dog. Really, what had come over me that I wanted to save a dangerous dog that could've taken out my eyeballs and bitten off my ears? Was I insane? And then it started coming back to me. When I saw the dog lying down alone and wounded on the floor right next to a trash can, it very much reminded me of myself. I got Divorced after one year of marriage after finding out I was impotent. And then I got a gay awakening that made me bend over to other men.

Evidence for every incident was even attached, proving that I had done those things. I was completely stunned when I finished reading. For a moment, I didn't even know who I was. Irvin looked as though he wanted to say something. However, when he saw the drastic change in my expression, he froze. "Don't tell me you've even forgotten that you have a mental illness?" he asked after some time. "Jeremy told me you became mentally imbalanced after your parents adopted Lianne. You developed bipolar disorder after a failed suicide attempt," he continued upon seeing my blank expression.

If left unchecked, the subject may experience loss of control. Loss of control leads to madness. The book slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a dull thud. Madness. The word echoed in my head, over and over, until it drowned out everything else. I sank back into the chair, staring at nothing, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I hadn’t just been healed. I had been changed.

He was watching me and I continued without hesitation. “He's a closed friend who gave me a new perspective,” I continued smoothly. “After everything that happened, I realized I cannot keep depending on others to manage my life. There were… complications. Memory issues. My doctor explained it could have been caused by long-term exposure to substances that affect memory formation.” A pause. I could see everyone frown in shock and I quickly laughed to lighten the mood. “So, that's why I decided to be better.” The cameras flashed faster. “To get healthy and start understanding business,” I continued. “So I can stand on my own, especially when I remember having my own business to take care of, ri

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