After I Became Mentally Challenged Novels & Stories

Honestly, I did not know what to do. Maybe I could pack a few of my belongings and just move to somewhere where nobody knew me. I shook my head. I knew better than that. I wished I could think and come up with something, but not only was I blank, but my brain and body were failing me when I needed them the most. We were always told to never trust humans because they could let us down, but nobody ever said anything about not trusting our bodies. Only a few days ago I was cheerful because my happiness was restored and I lived the conventional life I ought to be living, but now I was back to being a capricious fuck with a million problems. If only those sick fucks understood what mental health

Everyone loathed her for trying to be innocent when she is a slut. They judged her and cut her with their sharp words that ruin not just her heart but her mind. She’s starting to think that she’s really crazy, pushing Archie away so he won’t get dragged into her craziness. Wilder tried to reason with her but she made her decision and that is to leave him so he could find a better girl without a disorder like hers, so he could leave normally. Five years later, Archie became a psychologist. He didn’t continue on his business course and didn’t handle his family’s business instead he decided to help those who are suffering with mental health.

Despite my initial belief that it was a hallucination, I recall their words clearly: the man declared he would make me his other half, and the woman spoke of a second chance because of him. After that night, I envisioned myself being admitted to the hospital. My injuries were so severe that my sister mistook me for someone else. Miraculously, I recovered rapidly, regaining a semblance of normalcy within a month. The doctors noted some unusual features, but I refused further examinations. The trauma I experienced necessitated extensive counseling sessions. I was advised to immerse myself in a busy environment. With the support of friends, I found work in elementary education, even though some

I did not take any medication for my illness. Yes, I am a sick-a mysterious disease. I don't know when I got it, but since I became conscious, I have to take a dark red pill made by my adoptive father every month. I asked my adoptive father what it was when I was a little older. At that time, he revealed that I had an extraordinary mental illness. If I don't take that medicine for a long time, I will become insane and attack everyone around me like crazy. I also witnessed with my eyes the video recording of me going crazy in my adoptive father's lab, but I have no memory of that time.

Tears streamed down my face and in rage, I jumped to my feet, grabbing the glass tables before hurling it to the ground as it shattered into tiny pieces. “I would never be known as the Alpha who went mad” I screamed at the top of my lungs, amidst the tears that kept cascading down my cheeks. It didn’t just make sense. The universe wasn’t fair to me and the moon goddess was extremely cruel to me. How did I go from my legs healing completely to having a mental disorder that even the doctors couldn’t explain? Dread settled at the pit of my stomach as I ran my hands through my face, then to my hair before slapping my head vigorously.

Right up to the top. “After the shift you’ll be able to heal, you could have a fractured arm and have it healed in mere hours” if Mela were a little girl, she’d probably be dancing around in my head. What was she so excited about anyway? “Hmm” I just said and trudged on. It was annoying that I had someone talking to me all the time and I couldn’t see them. I made a mental note to make a research on schizophrenia when I got back home. It was pretty dark when I neared the top.

They weren't even things that I could have done because they weren't my values. Those moments were fleeting, going as fast as they came and left me more confused and convinced me that I was the one and becoming a little crazy. I had never heard of a bipolar vampire and didn't think that I was going to be the first. I hoped that wasn't the case. I didn't want to go down in history as a crazy king though I was afraid I was already making history as a bad king with the number of people that I had thrown into the dungeon. It was the fall. I convinced myself. I wasn't crazy. It was the injury that my brain had sustained because of the fall. I would be fine once my brain healed. I hoped that was a

And what Aaliyah mentioned earlier about Atlanta gathering at a church to pray for me, yes, they were all fooled into believing that I had broken down, because, yes, sure, I fell down the stairs, and yep, I lost my two-month pregnancy, but I didn't lose my mind. I was very much aware of everything, and yes, people say crazy people say they are not crazy, but I tested myself. I studied law; I didn't work but had a degree. I tested myself, asking myself questions, and surprisingly got the answers, so how can a crazy person still be this smart, still be able to solve difficult math problems? Because let's be honest, they have brought me here to the mental hospital with real crazy inmates, and t

Just listens to me like I did him no matter how insane it is. “Even before he gave me the name of the apocalypse cat, I was already in the middle of every disaster to be had. You say bad luck is hooey, and I say it’s the ONLY thing I’m good at. I can’t marry you because I’m already married, and I’m also a disabled veteran with autism,” I huff out managing a deep breath before going into that. “ASD, PTSD…. I got every letter in the dictionary when I was discharged and am truly, certifiably as mentally sound as half-baked wacky taffy. Even if I weren’t married or crazy, that is,” I have enough sense to clarify.

It was her mind. God, it hit me like a punch to the chest, the realization that my mother was mentally ill. I swallowed hard, feeling the sting of tears that I refused to let fall. How do you fix something you can’t see? How do you save someone when their enemy is inside their own head?