Anime Mental Breakdown Novels & Stories

If I could bring him back so I could kill him again, I would. I sat up and turned, lowering my bare feet to the cold floor as I massaged my temples. Bloody Padrino. Baby. Doctor. Results! Damn, I really did have a mental breakdown in front of Padrino. What the hell was wrong with me? I can’t let them ruin me. I promised myself. I needed to move on. I needed—therapy, honestly, but I can’t talk about the things that happened to a stranger. I just can’t.

Those old bastards are sick, and I felt so used that after that, I tried to kill myself. Unfortunately for a vampire, you need a lot of external help to kill yourself properly. And no one in the harem would help me end it. The more experienced women tried to help me, patch me up, mend me… but something within me broke, and I don't think it will ever be repaired. I am broken. Suddenly, I was hit with a sharp wave of nausea. Are there nerves? Is this a way my body is rebelling against all the tension, all the pain, all I have been through, now that I am out of danger?

He looked at the scenes of destruction and loneliness not with horror or sympathy, but with the gaze of an art critic observing an interesting but poorly executed painting. "Your suffering…" he commented, his calm voice sounding directly within the illusionary world, completely unaffected. "…is commonplace." He raised his hand slowly. With a single blink of his eye, the entire world of illusion woven from Rayden's suffering shattered into a million pieces, breaking like a giant mirror struck by a hammer, leaving Rayden alone again in the cold obsidian hall, gasping from mental exhaustion. Rayden was now truly broken. He had nothing left. "You wanted to show me suffering?" Brahma Angkara aske

Witnessing him taunting her by using her loneliness, it blocked her proper senses to think straight, and right at that moment, she was just saying what had been coming in her mouth because she was feeling too fed up to even process her own thoughts before giving them the shape of her words. “If anyone is going to have problem with it then they can fuck themselves and close their eyes,” she blurted out. He gave her a sceptical glare. This girl had really gone out of her damn mind. “Are you even listening to yourself? Or you have lost your fucking mind completely?” He asked her, looking at her in utter disbelief and that was enough for Nina to have her mental breakdown. “Yes, I have lost my mi

*Gasp* The jug in Mahira’s hand fell as she covered her mouth with both her hands in shock, the jug crashed and shattered into several fragmented shards, she looked at him in disbelief, eyes wide in horror and pain, she knew he had suffered, but like this... tears pooled in her eyes as Anuj continued his verbal assault “He had to be kept in a mental asylum for a year, then another year when he was back , he had continued treatments, counselling and therapies for mental stability, anger management and to stabilise his complete self, and even after all that,”

"You were there, at the house. You saw how horrified I was." "I was, but that was after, I was curious since I couldn't come after D ran off into the hellfire." "Well, After the fight," I exhaled a heavy breath. "I had a complete mental breakdown. I felt worthless to Kait. To everyone." I could feel the tears coming again. The anxiety was returning just from mentioning it. Maybe this is what Julian meant by the Darkness returning. "I snapped at everyone. Brittany, Freya." I knew it hurt but talking about it... made it better. Slowly, made the pain ease up.

It wasn't until he fell asleep that peace returned to the hospital. News spread rapidly like wild fire. The son of Mr Yamamoto, Yamamoto Aito, is a maniac! Yamamoto Aito accuses his parents, Mr and Mrs Yamamoto of the death of his cheating Ex-girlfriend. Yamamoto Aito goes on a rampage after Ex-girlfriend's death. Yamamoto Aito suffers from a mental disorder! Death of Ex-girlfriend causes Yamamoto Aito to destroy a hospital. The Yamamotos are murderers! So says their son.!

Some catatonic from comprehending they’re temporary meals for the universe that started everything. Some embrace it, welcoming consumption as “returning to origin.” The Shepherds try to capitalize but even they’re shaken by void truth. And Marcus is screaming because showing the revelation accelerated his fragmentation catastrophically. “I made it worse!” he sobs from everywhere. “Showing them broke them and their breaking is breaking me and it’s all happening faster now! Days instead of weeks! Hunger is feeding faster because everyone’s consciousness is already shattered!” The New Primordial is trying to contain mass psychosis but there are too many simultaneously broken beings.

He might didn't want her anymore, but he would never let her be someone else's as well, If something was his, it would stay as his until his last breath. Pretty fucked up, but that's what Max was. His sanity was punctured and he had lost the ability to think like a normal human being, his psychotic breaks had always been scary. They could come at anytime and could disappear at anytime just like the very first psychotic break he had was the time he butchered his nanny.

“What about the panic attacks?” “It's all tied together,” I sigh, tucking my legs underneath me and pulling a blanket around me. “I am broken. My mind is broken, my anger is easily triggered, and I killed someone because of how unbalanced I am. They know it, but there is never a solution to this. “I have to figure it out on my own, or I will be messed up even further.” He comes closer and I don’t even look his way, eyes trained on the dark wood floors.