Anime Mental Breakdown Novels & Stories

I shook my head. "Adonis has a touching problem. He can't go a day without touching someone. It's nothing sexual, don't panic. It's actually a mental sickness of some sort," Cy started. There was a mental illness like that? It's like, I wake up and all the years I spent in school was trash, because there are new things coming out everyday, new discoveries, and it's alarming.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

“I’m happy, mom. I’m finally happy. But, you know, you were right about something. The title… It brings misery no poor man would get to know. Just when I thought my life was finally coming together, having found two amazing mates and even having a son, it all went to shit in a blink of an eye. My family is being threatened, I’m facing more issues with the giants than ever before, and mom, I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t have anyone to ask advice to, so that’s why I’m bothering you.” By the time I was finished with my rant, tears filled my eyes and I barely held back from crying. Was this how mental breakdown felt? Was this the same feeling a completely broken man had to experience?

She giggles. If I don’t tell her what happened, she’ll have suspicions and I’ve learned Belle doesn’t stop until she gets not only her answers but her way as well. “Hmm I had a mental breakdown on our way here, that’s why we were a little late. My brain shutdown and focused on one thing, like a core memory that I sort of -may have forgotten how to breathe when it happened.” I confess.

Silent tears escape all by themselves, and I hate all these after symptoms of near-death experience. “You’re infuriating.” I sniff it out, feeling stupid at snapping at her when she’s looking at me this way, and guilt soars up from somewhere inside. I’m a bag of conflicting feelings and messed-up emotions since I was scraped off that road, and this wench adds to the weight it brings me. It’s like she wants me to break all the way. “We have a lot of work to do on you, puppy.” She pats both my cheeks at once, and I slap them away, scowling at her handsy and cutesy response to me having another mental breakdown over the slightest thing. She is a pain in the ass.

Your obsession will kill you. Georgia (moving closer, voice cold): "Obsession? No, Kiara. This is clear. This is the first time I can see clearly what I need to accomplish. The invitation trembled in her palm, but her voice was firm as steel. "Do you know what I see when I shut my eyes? Anna in white, with a smile on her face. Andrew was delighted to be by her side. And then... I saw it fall apart. Their ideal world is falling apart.

“She needs to go out there. Lurther is in the box, waiting to watch her final match. A lot of men have paid for her last show.” Silence poured and I felt my eyes getting droopy. I was losing it, and I was not even fighting. Death please take me. I am done here. “Fuck. Let’s give her a fix. It will wake her up.” A fix? What was a fix? Somehow I knew. I wanted to protest. I wanted to scream and shout. I wanted to fight but I couldn't no matter how much I tried. It felt as if my mind wasn't connected to my body anymore. My limbs weren’t responding, my mouth not responding to action commands from the brain. Something was wrong with me. They broke me. He shattered me from the inside out.

He was unraveling mentally, spiraling in a way that no money, no influence, could fix. > “I can’t…” he whispered again, voice raw, almost pleading with the empty room. “I can’t… I can’t take this anymore.” He collapsed onto the floor, knees drawn to his chest, the suit wrinkled, hair disheveled, a broken man surrounded by the remnants of his shattered control. Tears, uncharacteristic and unrestrained, streamed down his face. The weight of his obsession and his repeated failures pressed down on him relentlessly.

“Okay. So. Two days. We have two days to finalize everything, prepare for battle, and not have a complete mental breakdown. Easy.” “I’m already having a mental breakdown,” Kira said. “I’m just really good at hiding it.” “Same,” Iris agreed. “I had mine last week,” Silas added. “Very efficient. Got it out of the way early.” “I don’t have mental breakdowns,” Astrid said. “I have strategic recalibrations.” “That’s just a fancy way of saying mental breakdown,” Marcus muttered. “Excuse me?” “Nothing, Alpha Silvermoon. You’re very strategically recalibrated.”

Until my sides hurt. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Belle staring at me, her expression filled with pity and concern. That look snapped something inside me. “What?” I shouted. “Do you think I’m crazy?” My voice trembled with anger. “I’m not crazy,” I hissed. “I’m not insane.” The words spilled from my lips with an intensity that surprised even me — a desperate attempt to assert control over the chaos threatening to consume me. But beneath my anger, I could feel the cracks forming.