Novel & Cerita Fiction Books About Mental Hospitals

And for that, I will always be thankful. As I continued to share my story, I couldn't help but think about the other patients I had met during my time in the mental hospital. There was Sarah, a young woman who had been diagnosed with schizophrenia. She would often hear voices and see things that weren't there, and it was heartbreaking to see her struggle to distinguish reality from her delusions.

Chapter 1636 In the first two weeks after being sent to the mental hospital, Noah had wondered why they had taken her out of prison so easily... She hadn’t expected the mental hospital to be a real hell. Her attending doctor was a balding old man, nearly fifty years old, with a big belly. He always had a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes were obscene. The first night at the hospital was awful for Noah. While she was asleep in the middle of the night, she heard her ward door was opened.

Amy sat in the mental hospital's common room, her gaze drifting aimlessly over the dull, beige walls. The atmosphere was stifling, filled with the low murmur of other patients and the occasional clink of medical equipment. The room had become her world, a place where time seemed to drag on endlessly, filled with monotonous routines and half-hearted conversations. The weight of her past actions hung heavily on her shoulders, a constant reminder of the chaos she had caused.

Sleep refused to come. My mind felt restless. Maybe there was something in this room that could help me remember. Slowly, I stood up. I began looking around. The bookshelf immediately caught my attention. Dozens of books filled the shelves. I pulled several out. There were history books, pack law books and training manuals. Then I noticed something else. There were fiction novels; thrillers, mysteries and crime novels. I blinked. Apparently, I enjoyed those. "I don't remember reading any of these."

They spoke of spirits, of ancient forces that resided within the trees, but these were merely stories — tales meant to keep children close to home, out of the dark places of the woods. But that all changed when the Terrell State Hospital was built, a sprawling, ominous facility meant for the mentally ill, many of whom had been deemed ‘too dangerous’ or ‘too strange’ by society. The hospital sat on the outskirts of town, right next to the woods, and though no one could have predicted it, the convergence of these two worlds — the twisted human suffering and the ancient, untouched land — awakened something that had long been dormant.

After understanding what had happened, they found that there was a crack in one of the walls at the mental hospital that was being renovated recently. However, due to the continuous heavy rain, it was hard for renovation works to proceed as planned. Hence, due to the renovation being on hold, there was a gap in the wall. The security in the mental hospital towards each patient was very strict, so no one would ever have thought that someone would manage to escape the facility, let alone a cripple.

She, like an exhausted but despairing doe, practically flew out of the dining room, leaving the amazed spectators wondering: what was it that they whispered in her ear? “Poor thing,” Leah thought sympathetically, turning her head from the slammed door back to the man. Now he was looking at her. And the look of his piggy, darting eyes on the back of her head made her hair stand up - she recognized that look. This is how they already looked at her - especially violent patients in the closed department of the psychiatric hospital, where she spent the first week after forced hospitalization. They, carefully wrapped in straitjackets, occasionally passed by her room, accompanied by orderlies. But

Satisfied that romance was no longer forcing itself into the focus, I could work on the plot points of each book. My MC is a smart ass mom (like me) with a mental illness (like me, specifically we both have a dissociative disorder,) and my villain is a smart ass femme fatale who knows how to get around her obstacles and NOT talk about her schemes. This book will hopefully represent mental illness in a way that those without can understand. We aren't dangerous or crazy, just mentally worn down past the point of being able to handle it much more. Thanks for listening to my blabber, now, to the show!