Delusional Companion Syndrome Novels & Stories

The headline was clinical, devastating, and impossible to ignore: “Victor Salazar’s Long-History of Paranoid Delusional Disorder: Medical Records Raise Questions About Credibility of Recent Claims Against Reyes Holdings.” I read the article twice, standing barefoot in the kitchen, the silk robe slipping off one shoulder. The words blurred — clinical diagnosis, years of treatment, documented episodes of obsessive fixation, delusional beliefs about control and ownership. It wasn’t presented as an excuse. It was presented as context. Victor had a documented mental illness. And it explained everything. Adrian came up behind me, arms sliding around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His

Even after Jasper was discharged, Summer never came to see him. She must have given up. His little fool should not be around anymore. “Dissociative identity disorder is a mental disorder that is very difficult to be cured. Cases like Miss Summer’s are commonly seen. When the main personality does not need the second personality or the other personalities, or when several personalities coexist peacefully, many personalities will fall asleep on their own.” Samson had his family doctor in Sea City Hospital. But he heard that something had happened to his family doctor, and Sea City’s police were still investigating the matter.

And I'm sure Allen and Hue will be here any minute. As I watch my favorite show, someone called my name. It's a girl's voice and I already know who she is. Suddenly, I feel so light. I feel like I'm not in my body anymore. I realized, I'm dreaming again. Or DPDR disorder, as my Psychologist define it. It's an event where I feel detached from my surrounding and everything is unreal. And in this sudden occurrence, she called it detachment episodes. I have this for almost a month and this, somehow, might be the cause of my fevers and headaches. It triggers, especially when I'm stressed. I'm afraid I might go insane. Or maybe I already am because of this girl I've been seeing in my episodes.

He had countless women, so he should still feel something even if I didn't have that experience the first time. Louis's gaze was icy, and he remained silent. Lalisa looked at him expectantly. After a long silence, Louis coldly said, "Not at all. I have a hunch that you've given birth to my child." "…" What shattered intuition was he talking about? But then his delusional personality disorder resurfaced, stubborn and adamant, trusting only himself and not believing anyone else. Whatever they thought or said had no value to him. Lalisa said nothing and looked at him, eventually conceding defeat.

His cold blue eyes scan me like I'm a specimen. "Mrs. Westfield, I'm Dr. Mercer." His voice has that fake warmth doctors use on difficult patients. "Welcome to Pinewood. I know this is hard, but we're here to help you get better." "Better from what?" I demand. "I'm not sick. I'm being silenced." Dr. Mercer exchanges a look with Nurse Wagner. "Paranoid delusions centered on conspiracy theories," he says, like he's dictating notes. "Matches the symptoms her husband described."

I was not mad, I was driven to find Felicity and nothing would stop me. I vowed then and there that I would stop at nothing to find Felicity, even if it meant punishing those who stood in my way. No one would dare question me again. But deep inside myself , I couldn't deny the truth. I was losing my mind. I knew I needed to find Felicity soon or risk losing my grip on reality altogether. I knew I had to get a grip on myself before it was too late. I went to see the royal physician, hoping they could help me. After a detailed examination, the physician concluded that I was suffering from a severe case of delusional disorder. It was a mental illness that made me believe in things that were not

"Reinforced glass partition. Security personnel nearby. You can leave at any time." "What's his current mental state?" Olivia asked. "Fluctuating. He has periods of clarity mixed with delusional episodes. The physical symptoms are constant—the tremors, the paralysis. But mentally, he's... unstable." "Define unstable," I said. "He sometimes believes he's still running his company. Asks staff about meetings that don't exist, projects that were never real. Other times he's lucid and expresses what appears to be genuine remorse." "Appears to be?"

Chief Physician Moren nearly dropped his pen, one of the scholars looked seconds away from forgetting how breathing worked, and even Selene’s quill stopped above the parchment mid-sentence. Across the chamber, Halrem stared at Draevor in complete stillness as the realization settled heavily over everyone present. The barbarian had somehow turned an elite physician symposium into a public medical confession. After a long moment, she quietly lowered the protocol sheet onto the table. “Chief Moren,” she said without taking her eyes off Draevor, “kindly note a new syndrome for the infirmary records.” Moren swallowed. “Y-yes, Your Majesty.” “Advanced northern delusion,” Halrem continued coolly. “

Since almost all surgeons do not accept operations to amputate healthy limbs, patients with Apotemnophilia feel forced to amputate their own. CAPRAS DELUSION, B. Debilitating mental disorder in which one believes that the people around them have been replaced by imposters. Furthermore, these imposters are usually thought to be planning to harm the sufferer. DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER. A. Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder, is a terrifying mental illness. Very generally, less than .1% of people who suffer from DID often have 2-3 different identities (and sometimes more).

I buried my face in Julian's chest and broke into a hysterical sob. "What am I going to do? I don't want to die!" "What nonsense are you saying?" "You don't understand!" I wailed, staining his expensive shirt with my tears. I could already see our tragic future. Lately, I had been plagued by nightmares of our family going bankrupt, leaving me begging on the streets while Julian stepped on my fingers, looked down at me coldly, and called me a scheming woman. My relentless anxiety caused me to lose weight. Worried, Julian dragged me to see a psychologist, who examined me and concluded that I had persecutory delusions.