Another Word For Mentally Unstable Novels & Stories

“You’re crazy. Aren’t you?” “I’m not sure what you mean.” She smiled, her brown eyes shining and glistening with the call of adventure and she skipped to the table and sat down. Enkeli had been called crazy many times during the course of her life. She was being serious about not knowing what it meant anymore. Was it being mentally unstable? In that case, it was always assumed that she had schizophrenia. Her parents being in a cult in a church that only worshipped God made things much more difficult for her. Whilst everyone else believed she had schizophrenia, they believed she was purposely communicating with evil spirits because it was her destiny. She thought of what else the word could m

’ ‘Oh…-sorry, maybe talk about your p-problems and maybe we can h-help you with some advice? Giving her a strange look, I frown. ‘Advice from a bunch of nerds. Are you crazy?’ ‘If I were c-crazy, I would have to have some kind of psychological d-disorder such as Munchausen or not be in touch with reality or?’ ‘Okay, okay, I get it. Since I do not know what to do now other than bash my head against a table, I will tell you my problem, but none of you is to breathe a word of this to anyone.’

The fucking bastard cheated on me and fled from the town. I was distraught. I was struggling to keep my thoughts from running wild. I was struggling to stay sane. It felt like I was slowly losing it. My mental health was completely shitty. My emotions were all over the place, and I was so pathetic that I couldn't control them. It was beyond me, and somehow, the thought of just drowning was appealing. That way, I won't have to feel this much pain. It was beyond comprehension for me.

She was surprised to hear such a question. "Who? Is there someone you know suffering from a mental condition?" she asked. "Yes. I believe her mental state is unstable. I'm thinking of admitting them to a mental hospital!" "Don't call them 'messed up'! That's very rude!" Sara scolded. She clearly didn't like it when people talked about mental conditions with rude words, including calling someone crazy. "But it's true..." Sara waved her hand, warning Wolf not to repeat that term. "You can't decide whether someone deserves to be admitted to a mental hospital or not without a psychiatric examination. That's our decision as psychiatrists," Sara said, cutting off Wolf's hopes.

he adjusted his position on the chair. “One identity might handle situations that feel unsafe, while another might take charge during times of stress. This disorder is quite complex because it goes beyond feeling sad or losing interest in things. It includes having gaps in memory, feeling like different parts of their personality take turns being in control, and sometimes not recognizing certain memories as their own,” he explained further and I gripped my hair, looking down at my feet with my blurred gaze. ‘What. In. The. Fvcking. Hell. Is. THIS?’ I roared in my head, the animosity I feel towards Dagnus soared by this load of information.

I was a mess! I didn't want to be like this…this pathetic wolf that was losing judgment and losing control of my mind. And yet, here I was, a jittering mess of nerves. Why was my wolf crumbling like this? I used to be a lot more stable, the voice of reason when my friends thought about doing things rashly. Then why did I suddenly turn into this mess?

He seemed completely out of it and was speaking incoherently as if he had lost his mind. "That damned woman almost crippled me! I hope she dies! "I didn’t report her to the police after she ran me over, but she didn't even bother to call me to check on me! I hope she goes bankrupt! Bankrupt! I curse her in the name of everything. I hope she goes bankrupt! "I'll place a hex on her! Bankrupt!" His repeated chants were turned into a joke online. "You've lost it! You should see a psychiatrist." "Someone, please tag the director of the mental asylum."

She smiled before she talked again. “We can never tell what image they are hallucinating that time. Mentally unstable people must not be forced to believe that what they believe isn’t real. We must understand them first. Grace is not stable. She’s suffering from schizophrenia. Did you ask her to consult a doctor and have herself checked?” I gulped down as I looked down, remembering the days she went mad at me. ~~~ “Don’t you want to try and get therapy?” I asked Grace, caressing her hands to calm her down.

I screamed loudly covering my ears. oh God I'm hearing voices in my head! Am I going crazy! I don't want to be mentally unstable! "Hey what's wrong?" Jaycob asked removing my hands from my ears and looking at me. "I --I-- I--" I stuttered, "I can hear---" I stopped myself from finishing the sentence. I didn't want him to think that I'm crazy! What if he hates me and runs away from me?! "He's so cute!" the voice said again followed by a purring sound and I felt tears brim in my eyes. I'm definitely becoming mentally unstable.

I was a mess! I didn’t want to be like this…this pathetic wolf that was losing judgment and losing control of my mind. And yet, here I was, a jittering mess of nerves. Why was my wolf crumbling like this? I used to be a lot more stable, the voice of reason when my friends thought about doing things rashly. Then why did I suddenly turn into this mess?