Fiction Mental Illness Books Novels & Stories

Hello to my readers. First of all I want to say thank you to y'all that would be reading my book and I want to assure you that, you won't get bored while reading the story! Secondly, its a book about Eight College Students that went on a vacation and ended up having illnesses. This book contains mental illnesses that are psychological and beings such as ghosts. Thirdly, be rest assured, its my original work, anything in it that relates to human beings or to real life is nothing but a coincidence and please no plagiarizing.

MENTAL ILLNESS AND DISORDER SERIES This fictituos story contains words nor true statement. Names, places,occasions/events, dates, incidents are based on the author's concept. It contains foul languages and any other inappropriate actions. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.

Chapter 1638 Noah had no time to care about the pain and was in a panic when Edwin and Lucas were staring at her. ‘Edwin even let me eat the psychoactive drugs which will cause liver failure! He's killing me.’ Covering her head, Noah rolled around on the bed and continued to pretend to be silly while hissing painfully. "Don't come over! Get out... Don't come to me... Help! Help!" "Since you are so fond of pretending to be mentally ill, I'll let you be it forever. Lucas, tell the doctors to prescribe some medicine for mental illness to Miss Sinclair, and make sure she becomes a real lunatic within a month."

She overestimated herself and thought she knew him well enough. Looking at Sydney’s disappointment, Finn pushed his glasses and said, “I may be surprised that it was Cayden but after knowing it, it’s kinda expected.” “What do you mean?” Sydney looked at him. Finn pocketed his hands and said, “You don’t know? Cayden is suffering from mental illness. He’s obsessed with people and things that he likes and he exhibits nearly uncontrollable and twisted possession. So, that’s why he did what he did to you and it’s not that strange. Surprisingly, he did it while he was trying to control his obsession and possession.”

"It's not about me, actually. Samuel— well, he was in a bad mental state for a while— before my illness was detected. I believe he's forcing himself to be fine for me. It's way too fast. Isn't that a bad sign?" Ann nods. "I studied a few things about this. You're right. Mental illness has so many dynamics. They are mysterious" "I just wanna recover soon for him. I can't let him have this unusual control over his issues" Ann smiles audibly. "What?" "I rarely come across couples like you. You're lying on a literal hospital bed, fighting cancer, and researching his mental health. And he's over there fighting with his mental issues while researching about your treatment", she lets out small blis

"Yes but you work with brains so, maybe you can do help" And Felisa just rolled her eyes at Chloe. "But Chloe may be right, her lacerations in her body aren't just an accident or something that her mental illness causes her but it seems something more explainable" "Like what?" Felisa ask. "Hmmm when people are depressed and they may have the tendency to kill themselves, are they considered having schizo or a mental illness? "

“I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility.” “I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility…” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind.” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind…” “Werewolves are not real.”

Why wasn’t I hearing anything? Then it hit me. I hadn't heard a single thought from him since the second we'd collided. Normally, people’s minds kicked in right away when someone accidentally got a drink spilled on them. A stream of annoyed, low-level swearing thoughts about the stain, the fabric, and how the night was now officially fucked. But with him, it was just a total, unbroken void. Which should not have been possible. Humans thought constantly. Their brains never shut up. I knew that better than anyone. I had spent years drowning in it, learning how to filter through chaos that never stopped moving.

He asked, yawning as he closed his and slipped the cap onto the open pen, he leaned back into the chair as I set my phone onto the table. "It was good... a bit boring", I said, trying to cover the real truth. I had never called a book boring in my lifetime, but with him in front of me, everything else became boring to look at or even do. "How was your book?" I asked, and he began telling me how the book was, and I listened intently hoping he kept analyzing his book. He proved my theory right, everyone in The Great Gatsby was somewhat mentally ill, they were no good guys or girls, just people getting by.

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.