Anime Mental Breakdown Novels & Stories

The morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Anny's bedroom, but she took no notice of its golden warmth. She had been awake for exactly forty-seven minutes and every single one of those minutes had been spent in a state of escalating panic, her mind a hurricane of fragmented memories and mortifying realizations. "Yeah, I am completely fucked up," Anny whispered to the empty room, her voice cracking on the final word. "Completely, utterly, irreversibly fucked up."

This is the time where she looses herself and surrenders to the vices as a way out of her emotional misery. As usual, it was always too much for her to handle. She just couldn’t take any of it. With a loud scream, she threw the picture away and it’s landing brought it’s shattering death as it broke into thousands of splinters. She grabbed her head with a contorted expression on her face. It was all coming back to her; his face, his voice, his charming smile, that night when he ended things with her, him calling her name. Everything came rushing back to her memory like a swarm of locusts invading a farm and destroying everything in sight, just like how her mental health was being destroyed bi

He looks at the mattress and sees a puddle of blood where his ass was. Aiden turns away from the bed and staggers around the room, Tears run down his face as he cries. His vision is blurry as he looks through his tears, looking for something, but he's unsure what. Not until his eyes land on something, and he knows that's what he needs. Aiden stumbles across the basement toward the piece of broken metal hanging from the radiator. He grabs it and begins pulling as hard as he can. He wiggles and pulls on it until it finally breaks off.

I was so confused and frustrated, I just needed a break from him. I laid back on my cot and looked up at the dark ceiling. I couldn't really make out that many shapes and I assumed that was also concrete or brick or whatever. I let my mind wander back to Liam. I really hope he is okay. I don't know what I would do if he wasn't. Just the thought of Liam being injured, or worse, made tears spring to my eyes. I felt so useless. Why couldn't I just keep him out of this? The cement opened and light flooded in, blinding me momentarily. I placed my hands distantly from my face, trying to block out the light but still see what is happening. A couple of silhouettes blocked some light from view, getti

"What do you mean he hasn't been talking to anyone? What about his mother? Father? Sister and the rest of the family?" " Him no like to dey tell them things oo, the only pesin wey him like been dey with na wan useless girl like that (He don't like confining in them, the only one person he likes been with is that useless girl) she de make Oga do bad bad things and me no like the woman, so I notice say since when the girl die, Oga no de too get him self well well like before, if him bring her come here sometimes them de laugh, dey do like small small pikin, but now na to dey frown him face every time, he like you well well self coz na only you be the second woman him go bring here (The only

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

"I can feel it working, Calla. Each dose makes it harder to hold onto myself. Whatever you're seeing here, this consciousness you've managed to reach - it might not survive much longer." The casual way he talked about his own mental destruction made fury explode through me. "Don't you dare give up on me," I snarled, surprising him with my vehemence. "Don't you dare act like this is over when I just spent God knows how long piecing your mind back together." "I'm not giving up, I'm being realistic-"

" Now to the topic of revenge body. I think we all can agree that one's body has nothing to do with it. Instead of psychologist telling us to chime down for revenge, I think the psychologist should rather build our self confidence back and ..... " " And with that I conclude my complain. Feel free to leave a comment, let me know your thoughts. Until next time I remain your humble girly AS5G" I conclude, posing the video. I wait patiently inform of my screen for 30 minutes and yet no view. I wait for a bit longer and still nothing. Eventually I fall asleep on my couch while eating a bowl of cereal and only to be woken up by the buzzing sound of my phone ringing, caller ID indicates that it's,

he said, “Emily said if you come to the infirmary one more time this month, she’s buying you your own personalized bed.” I groaned. “Why is everybody acting like this is my fault?” “Because it is your fault,” Chloe and Kyle said together. I stared at both of them in betrayal. “This friendship is abusive.” “No,” Chloe said calmly. “You just lack survival instincts.” Kyle pointed at my bandaged hand. “Exactly. Normal people see broken glass and move away.” “It happened fast.” “You keep saying that like it changes anything.” “It does change things.” “It literally doesn’t.” Chloe argued.

Not because they had come to a conclusion. Consequently, the system was no longer in a position to determine which conclusion to make. “ERROR: CONVERGENCE FAILURE.”. Her tone was not characterized by authority, but rather by instability. Amina breathed in a strong scent, her consciousness flickering as the pressure within her mind transitioned from controlled intrusion to something more explosive. “This is it,” she whispered. Adrian's presence surged beside—within—her. “…It's breaking.”. The tension in his voice persisted throughout.