Anime Mental Breakdown Novels & Stories

An odd video had caught my attention, my eyes glued to my cell phone screen, watching every movement of the lady who performed and the words that were being displayed on the screen when tears rolled down my cheeks. My hands began to vibrate, my teeth gnashing against each other. with the last restricted strength in me, I type a message which says. {Having a mental breakdown. Talk to you later} This same message was forwarded to four of my closest friends and the same people I was speaking to, this act of mine was done to make sure no one was alarmed by why I was no longer responding to my messages. Images began to flash before my eyes and my system became weak, so weak that I could not respo

I grabbed a sundress from the closet and my towel and made my way to the bathroom, before I entered I turned back and looked at Alonso sitting looking out the bedroom window. “Let him be, Annabella, he has a lot on his mind.” I screamed so loud, Alonso’s head snapped back. “Relax, it's me, it’s Morpheus.” “What’s wrong Annie, you are ok.” Alonso asked. “I'm… I’m fine, I thought I saw something run across the room.” He nods and turns back to the window, I make my way into the bathroom, whispering softly to Morpheus. “You can talk to me, through mind-link. How?”

Brennan ended up with Brooke, Libra ended up with a waste-of-space guy whose name I hadn't bothered to remember, and I found myself driving some custom sports machine with Amina. "Why don't you like me?" Anima mused after twenty minutes on the road. She wasn't asking me to defend my vibe. She wanted to know what she was doing right about being 'wrong'. "You find creating excuses for bad behavior to be tedious," I enlightened her. When my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler, had educated me about women, she had opened my overly romantic eyes to all sorts of pitfalls young men could fall into including emotional ant-lions like Anima. "You find it amusing that people consider you broken, hollow, depre

My strange laughers mixed with heavy sobs were all my ears could hear. I was suddenly in a mess. I didn't know if I was laughing, crying, or doing both. Dominic clearly did not know what to do. His hand kept trying to reach me and hesitated each time. He settled down with a hand on my shaking shoulder, sitting quietly in his driving seat. Was this what a mental breakdown felt like? For a moment, I thought this was all just a dreadful nightmare and somehow that thought alone, made my laughers harder because I knew it wasn't. Who was I trying to fool?

Handing it to Daniel, I sat beside him. "What happened?" I asked, concern filling my tone. After he drank the water, he put down the glass on the coffee table before looking at me. It took him a few seconds to respond, as I waited patiently, hoping I could comfort him. "I just . . . " he started. "I'm having a mental breakdown." He prevented tears from falling again, so I rubbed my hand behind his back for comfort. "It's okay, you can tell me," I mumbled, giving him a sympathetic look.

“What do you mean?” Dr. Watte thought about it and replied, “Let’s put it this way: She’s having a mental breakdown now and is trapped in a state where she’s being tormented repeatedly. The things that she cares about the most or the facts that she’s most unwilling to accept is playing in her mind over and over again.” To be precise, this had nothing to do with any disease, and there was no way he could cure her even if he wanted to. If he were to explain it even more clearly, this was equivalent to hackers suddenly attacking a computer that was running well. The firewall and defensive shields finally collapsed, and the computer was in a state of paralysis!

More like stabbing it with Anthrax. Hmmm... Anthrax would be genuinely pleased to unleash pain and misery on her. What she desires more than ever now is to use Janice Jordan through her ritual process of pain and misery and watch the horror and fear on her face as she ripped off her fingers one by one. Her face morphed into a devilish delight as she played with the images of her fantasies in her head. Janice arched her eyebrow. What is that psycho thinking now? Amber Harvard... A lonely lost girl who is a victim of a family breakdown. A mentally deranged mother and a power-drunk father.

' I explained and paused. ' So, you already apologized. It's left to her to accept the apology or not. You don't have to feel guilty.' Raph replied. ' Raph, that's not the problem. The problem now is that I can't get her out of my head. I can't get her off my mind. I've been thinking about her since yesterday. Raph, I couldn't even sleep. Raphael, do something.' I said in frustration. What was wrong with me? ' Raph, say something...' I added impatiently when Ralph wasn't saying anything.

Angela embraced her as she burst into another new crying marathon. Ann rubbed her back gently allowing her let out her tears and cry all she wanted. " I'm sorry, Ann. It's just driving me crazy" " Shhhh... it's fine. I know. You'll be fine" Angela responded. " They hurt me. The pain is piercing my heart. I can't seem to get over it. Everything keeps popping in my brain. Ann, I just want to die..." " Nope! You will do no such thing. I'm here...I will stay beside and we'll get through this together. Right?" Angela assured her best friend.

Aleena's POV I was falling into a very dark place; my mind going 100 miles per hour, anxiety at an all-time high and no family here to bring me out of a panic attack. I was sitting on the floor of my room with my back to my bed rocking back and forth and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. “Sweetie, you need to calm down. Your human counterpart family might not be here, but you still got me.” Koa softly said, back to her motherly voice. I swear she either had bipolar or multiple personality disorder sometimes.