After I Became Mentally Challenged Novels & Stories

She couldn't hide this forever and if she did, he might think she has gone insane. "I have schizophrenia...I can't distinguish between what is real and what is not. So I attack whatever that poses a threat to me..." She mumbled. This is not something she was born with. She was actually a healthy child, but after the horrendous incident with Edward, her mental and physical health significantly declined. Doctor Savanna said it was mostly because of her past drug abuse or some genetic disorder. She was healing, it was a slow process but she is making some progress... At least that's what she thought.

He was holding on to me like if he would loosen up for a second, I’d fly away from him. My heart ached for him every time when I thought about his mental illness, his dark past had disturbed him from in and out. We fought from his schizophrenia syndrome for three years and last year he was diagnosed healthier than ever. I could not describe how joyful I felt about him, but now, he was drowning in the same sea again.

"Then I'm going crazy." He left for a time. My mind kept circling. I didn't know what was going on. I felt like my mind was falling. On one point in the cycle there was a completely rational reason for all of the things that had happened, but my thoughts would cycle around until there was none. I was losing my mind. I was having a mental break and I was already locked away in a padded room. The only way out of this was clear. I had to get the people around me, the sane people that my mind kept hiding from me to kill me. The only way to do that was to become a danger to them.

"And you know that I'm not, right?" He averted his gaze. "Of course." My life felt like hell after Ate Diana's death. I can't talk. I can't eat. I didn’t even think about the business and just let the time run when I wasn’t doing anything. I don't know when or how it started. One day, I just woke up in a mental facility, locked and insane. I don’t know what’s going on around. I didn't remember how I exactly survived that year, but I remember how the pain felt like. It was excruciating. It haunted me.

Nothing healthy, that’s for certain. By then I was completely over my episode and able to process the evening with some objectivity. The attack had been brought on, I decided, by a combination of travel weariness, shocking news, and even worse beer. No matter how on our game we think we are, we are all susceptible to breakdowns, both major and minor. Life deals out its injuries, one deuce after another, and eventually you begin to wear down. I had crossed thousand-foot-deep chasms, hand over fist, by rope, done numerous ‘extreme’ activities that require supreme mental concentration, but none of this made one immune or impervious. No amount of self-discipline conditioned a person completely a

I remember that day perfectly because I can still remember how embarrassed and ashamed I felt. It had been roughly five years since I stopped taking the medications, and I did not experience a single episode or breakdown during those five years. I thought I was misdiagnosed and all that psychiatrist told me was bullcrap; well, until I experienced a full-blown episode right in front of Chad. Poor Chad, he must have felt so helpless. I later learned that the episode was triggered, and I can agree with that. I had received a call from a lady who claimed that she had some stuff that belonged to my family and she wanted me to pick it up.

I was insane for several months and lost touch with reality after learning that I couldn't bear another child. I didn't eat. I always cried while repeatedly saying the words "it's not possible." I also hurt myself by hitting my head with things I saw or hitting my head on the wall. I was literally insane during those times, which led Storm to tie me up for a few days. And when the doctor arrived for the mentally ill, that was the only time he released me. Under the care of the mentally ill doctor, I went through a lot to return to my sanity. One of which was undergoing counseling and taking medication to help me avoid certain things because I also experienced hallucinations.

oh God I am insane! Snap out of it Brenda! My conscience snapped me back to reality. My cheeks were on fire and so was the little bud between my thighs. I really am sick! I need to see a doctor because this Jake syndrome is getting serious. He made me like this when he gave me a fascinating hug at the hospital. That day, he made me stupid.

"I hope that my story can help to inspire and to encourage others to seek help when they need it. It's never too late to start the healing process and to find happiness and fulfillment." As I sat in the mental hospital, surrounded by the sterile white walls and the faint scent of disinfectant, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and embarrassment. How had I, a successful lawyer, ended up in a place like this? At first, I thought it was all just a big mistake. I mean, I was a lawyer, for crying out loud! I had spent years studying and working hard to get to where I was. I had always been in control, always been the one who knew what to do. But now, here I was, admitted to a mental hospi

Lacy It was the strangest thing to think that there was something wrong with me that science couldn’t figure out. Mental illness wasn’t something you found in our world. Well, there were the feral rogues that were totally nuts. I wondered only for a moment if I was going feral and pushed the idea to the back of my mind.