Novel & Cerita After I Became Mentally Challenged

Like this, I left while enduring unbearable pain. I knew Paula wouldn’t leave my life alone after this. I was immediately fired from my previous job. A few days later, I finally received an interview invitation. But because of the mental breakdown I had gone through, my condition was already very poor. I tried to keep living by finding a job, so I forced myself to push through. But it didn’t just affect my mental state—it affected my physical condition too. Walking weakly, I tried to calm myself for a moment, but my condition only got worse.

But having to actually say them aloud brought everything into a bolder, harsher perspective. Before, it was nothing more than a thought. Now, it was real. The words became distorted in my mind, causing the room around me to spin and grow blurry. How was I supposed to go forward? I had no direction—no foundation to even stand on. And it was my own fault. I’d decided on the idea of the free clinic to help people who weren’t in a position to receive regular care. Agent Carter made me feel as though I was nothing more than just another criminal as I sat in that damn chair across from him.

"In high school, my mother became mentally sick because of some issues. My family was quite well-off, but it crumbled suddenly, and I was forced to be an adult despite my low self-esteem. "My mother was sent to the sanatorium for treatment. Seeing her in a mindless state, I realized that I shouldn't cower in fear anymore. So, I retaliated against my abusers for the first time." She smiled softly. "After a few times, they thought that I was insane and didn't dare to bully me anymore. From then on, my life started to get back on track. "Afterward, I was sponsored by a philanthropist and successfully finished my university degree. In between, I minored in psychology. That was how I slowly built

“Tell me, my dear friend, what about your disease? How are you dealing with it after you stopped your medication?” My body adjusted forward and I rested my elbows on the desk, my fingers locked. “That’s not my reason for coming here. I have a little concern about something else. I think I'm mentally sick, or there is something wrong with my feelings these days. I want you to help me out.” “Alright, I'm all ears,” he leaned sideways, his temple resting on his fingers. “I got a new dog. Female to be precise.” “Ok….” “She is stubborn, never listens, and she is the only one who has ever challenged me.”

He stood in court and claimed that I was the one who pulled the trigger, that I was mentally unstable and dangerous. The good news was that I avoided prison. The bad news was that I ended up somewhere far worse. The asylum destroyed people slowly. Everyone looked at you the same way—like you were disgusting, broken, less than human. After enough time passed, even I started wondering if maybe they were right. Maybe I really was crazy.

Charles tried to find a new job, but that viral video had become a permanent stain on his name. Not a single reputable company would hire him. He was forced into manual labor. Meanwhile, Michelle’s condition grew worse. The system did not seem to have any intention of letting her go. [Sixth stage punishment initiated: Forget human memory and emotional cognition.] Michelle completely forgot who she was and who Charles was. She was either staring blankly into a corner or barking at Charles like a dog every time Charles visited her at the psychiatric hospital.

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

I've been born ten times, and every one of those lives ended badly, because nobody ever noticed I was there. So this life, I decided to stop struggling and just wait to die. At five I was kidnapped. I lay down where I was, held my breath, and dusted a layer of white lime over myself for good measure. The kidnappers thought they'd killed me and turned themselves in on the spot. When the police found me, I was lying on a gurney outside the morgue doors, waving at the attendant. "Could you push a little faster? I've got a reincarnation to catch." At seventeen, my birth parents found me. On the drive back to the estate, I refused the seat and climbed into the trunk instead, like I'd done i

he barked at me, his voice sharp and ruthless. I could barely process his words—my mind was foggy, and my body was fragile, betraying me at every turn. I took a moment to assess my condition. My limbs felt heavy, each movement a monumental effort, and I couldn’t recall the last time I felt anything close to normal. I knew I had responsibilities waiting for me, but the thought of facing the outside world in my current state was overwhelming. I needed to escape this vicious cycle, but every ounce of energy seemed drained. How much longer could I endure this suffering?

He paused "All I have done is try to do good, play my part for my country. But , only their suspicion cost me my family. "The chemical injection into my body made me unstable, schizophrenic , irratic, violent, and sleepless. Sometimes , I don’t even know what I’m doing or where I am. It's only when the effect of the disorder the chemical triggered leaves me do I realize how I’ve been". “your mother…” he paused... Tears invaded his eyes. “My mother…?”