Another Word For Mentally Unstable Novels & Stories

“Do you mean there are problems with his emotions and mental state?” “Yes. Georgie studied that disease. It’s a rare mental disease. It’s like having dual personalities. A ruthless, paranoid, and cruel subpersonality lies dormant. He is usually not different from normal people, but he can’t take sudden hard changes to his peace of mind. When he receives a strong stimulus, the sickness will arise. He will be controlled by the subpersonality, and he will become cruel, bloodthirsty, and lose his rationality.”

I whispered in acceptance, “I should die with dignity.” Gathering my courage, I snapped my eyes shut and drew in a deep breath, then a scream ripped out of my ribcage, “You crazy soulless, psychotic, daughter of a bitch! You're devoid of humanity. You're completely and utterly insane, and your actions are a perfect reflection of that. You're a few screws loose, and, amazingly, you've made it this far without totally imploding. Your level of crazy is off the charts, and it's honestly terrifying to be around you. (Of course it is, I can't believe I haven't wet my pants.) You're so mentally unstable, it's like you're a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. (And that time bomb is fucking tied aro

They were more emotionally stable and if they will, they could keep up with both Prime Alpha and Beta Sentinel. But along with these new categories came another two, Feral and Aberrant. The first one pertains to people of any secondary gender who lost touch with reality and could be triggered by a lot of stressful situations. The latter was a category for those who had genetic disabilities. Common cases were because of the difference in the genes of the parents.

Then in a completely different tone, more sultry than before, she added, “No way, Nessa. He’s probably undercover as a hot professor.” I glanced at her and she batted her lashes like a damn Disney character, if Disney was rated R that is. People always called me unstable, but they’ve clearly never had brunch with my best friend. Nessa had…a condition. A crack in her wiring. Doctors called it a split personality or something, but even they weren't sure what was wrong since she refused to talk about it. Though, I knew it had something to do with her parents, I never really asked. All I know is, one moment she’s this cute little chaos gremlin, and the next she’s arguing with herself like two en

Alwyn said. Ron was in an unstable mental state right now and could go crazy at any moment.

I only came back to Myhill CrestHALL to divorce Gali, and my spirit has no desire to entangle itself with other wolves. But then my mind thinks of that troubled, silent child at the hall, and a big wave of motherly concern washes over my chest. Mental illness is a very frightening thing for a young pup’s wolf. If it were just the quiet silence or the angry outbursts, it would be manageable, but the scary fear of self-harm looms large over their little spirits. My mind knows all too well that many children with severe mental darkness end up taking their own lives in the woods.

he added, scrunching up his face. This was rude, so uncalled for. "Stupid, proud, obnoxious, dim witted, nincompoop, idiot, dumb, crazy, psychiatric patient." I said out loud. "What does that mean?" He asked, rolling his eyes. "You of course, I just called out the names that describes you, the perfect words that qualifies you. Too bad, I can't list them hall, I don't have time for a fool like you. I feel like I am wasting my time standing here with you, damn I could even get blind by your stupidity."

“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!

I loved her, but she was crazy after you and that old hag give you that position which only I deserved. Aiden : ohh I didn't know, you should have told me that before at the time, you were my friend I would have given it to you but you. And about his daughter she was a psycho, she only knows how to give pain to others, she was a fucking sadistic person. Man : oh shut up you fucker, you are always there to fuck her, how can she be a sadist? Aiden : you don't know anything, so keep quiet. Just get the fuck away from my way.

"I've been meaning to ask Esme about that..." "She's worried sick, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s just… processing things.” "Have you spoken to him? He called me, so--" "Not that kind of trance." He said. "Esme said that catatonic trances aren't nearly as common as..." He frowned. "Fuck, I don't remember the words for it. Magicae...." "Magicae mentis?" I asked, staring at him. He nodded. "Sounds right."