Another Word For Mentally Unstable Novels & Stories

“Sickness?” He looked at Stacy again before meeting my eyes. “It’s called Schizophrenia.” Schizophrenia. As someone who read a lot, I was aware of what that was. It had to do with bad, chronic hallucinations. It was a mental sickness. God. I thought back to the first day I packed in and met her in the room...how excited she’d been to greet me and Sean, bubbling like she’d just been given the world. I hadn’t understood then. She was glad to have a roomate because she had never had one before.

He grins. “Caden.” Mom and Dad warn simultaneously. “What? Oh, sorry, I should explain. Pseudobulbar refers to inappropriate involuntary laughing and crying caused by a nervous system disorder. I’m not implying anything here, but I’m curious. Are you sure Mad doesn’t have any psychological issues? Because honestly, pseudobulbar affect typically occurs in people with certain neurological conditions or injuries that affect the way the brain controls emotions. Her mood swings aren’t just natural, don’t you think?” Caden pretends to have a worried face while our parents stare at him in disgust.

he says. The words slam into me. Sharp. Unfamiliar. Wrong. I stagger back a step. “No…” I whisper. The figure watches carefully. Observing. Cataloging. “Fascinating,” they murmur. “The detachment is almost complete.” “What did you do to him?” I snap. “I removed interference.” “I am not interference!” “You are instability,” they correct calmly. Anger surges through me. Hot. Uncontrolled. “Say that again,” I challenge. “You introduce unpredictability,” they continue, unfazed. “Hesitation. Emotional deviation from optimal outcomes.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

The bright lights above seemed too harsh. Girls passing by slowed their steps, their eyes flicking toward me. Some raised their phones, whispering. “He’s gorgeous…” one of them murmured. “He could be a model,” another said. “It’s a shame he’s not well mentally.” Their voices echoed in my head like knives scraping on stone. I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. “Mentally unstable.” That word again. My mother’s word. Who even calls their own child that in public?

Inside the study room, the atmosphere was quite heavy and serious. RK clenched his fist, it was the bitter truth of society. If someone raises a finger on someone claiming that person to be mad and dragged him in the court trial, then at that time that person may or may not be mad, but the tag of madness is added to his name forever and then wherever he goes, people follow him in the same way. They don't call him by his original name but start calling him by many new names- Lunatic, mad, psycho, etc.

***Patricia*** My mental health is hanging by a thread. I’m barely holding it together, yet here I am, trying to advise my best friend, Hyacinth, who’s even more unstable than I am. The weight of her daily trauma makes my struggles feel almost trivial in comparison. Just this morning, I was lost in the fantasy world of my ebook, a temporary escape from reality. Now? My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, conjuring up countless scenarios of how to catch the bastard who’s been tormenting us. I imagine shoving his face into a cloud of pollen, watching him suffer as Hyacinth has suffered. The thought brings me a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Mom asked me as she took a sip from her coffee lying in front of her. I laughed. Such a simple question “ Of course mom, who doesn't? ” I scoffed at her surprised she is even asking something that even Shane knows what it means. “ Insanity is having a serious mental illness ” I told her proudly. “ No, that's wrong, ” Mom answered, causing my eyes to shoot up and glare at her. Mom leaned in as she stare into my eyes “ Insanity Nina is, holding onto someone who is not making any effort to keep you”

but what was I doing instead, what was I doing hiding like a coward in here? Ah, before I cleared the chaos the past me had created, I had to clear the chaos in my head first! I couldn't seem to get a grip over my emotions and thoughts, they ran wild like an untamed beast, completely blurring my vision and clear thinking. My mind was the epitome of chaos and self-destruction. I hated being like this, everything was just so overwhelming at that point. There were way too many things that if left untouched, could harm everyone that I loved. But I felt like I might just do or say something stupid if I went out there right now. Especially when my mind was in this horrifyingly unstable state. I fe

It was frightening to the bone. She wanted Father Micheal to come over and Bless the young miss, but Alexandra declined. Benjamin Winchester and his wife Aristia were firm believers in god, on the contrary, Alexandra rarely showed any interest in her faith. But even so, she needed some sort of light to guide her out of her suffering or else she will drink herself to death. "That's because of her schizophrenia." Aunt Margaretta turned sceptical. "What is that?" She asked. It's a mental illness where people see hallucinations...she must be hallucinating the whole time." Hearing the truth, Aunt Margaretta cupped her mouth and her eyes rounded frightfully.