Fiction Mental Illness Books Novels & Stories

neither had she seen bucharest so durty before, or known what life Adulf cain lived with his parents, or knew that hammerstien was married once first to damaris---although all true, this was from damaris telling her, and not some wierd dream, that she found her self interacting with, to contracdict, sweet precious reality. doctor montoya was fazed out. everyone, charles roach, H, bucharest all came to gather what was slowly becoming a crazy human just like the priest, only that it was just the once famous therapist who lost her two patients to suicide , and not some unknown parrasite illness that she claimed all the time in her dillusions. montoya heard H whispering to philbert "Obsessive-co

"It gave me hope that there might be a solution to the people's mental, emotional, and psychological issues that are responsible for the problems, tragedies, and immoral way of life in the community.” As Nancy analyses it, she adds more detail. "Their mentality seems to contaminate each other's family matters. People with mental illnesses tend to desire power, celebrity, and popularity, as well as first-hand positions to be known for absolute wealth, which is why social and political turmoil occurs. If it went unnoticed, the epidemic of mental diseases would become a global problem, and the innocent person would have become just like everyone else—arrogant, self-righteous, and selfish—as the

What was it that was different about Rowan that made me crave his presence this badly when he was clearly in the arms of another woman? “At this point, something is wrong with me and before things spiral out of control, I need to do something about it” I muttered to myself, reaching for my phone while scouring through the internet for what could be the problem with me. It was becoming a mental illness at this point and if care wasn't taken, it could end up ruining me. The search results from the internet weren't in any way comforting. Instead, it worsened my situation because what was this even supposed to mean?

“What- no!” “Then why do you wander around the woods unprotected? Why are you threatening Death? Are you reckless? Suicidal?” “No, I just...” my voice trailed off and I sighed in defeat. “You know why? It's because I'm crazy- that's the only explanation for my 'reckless' behavior and why I actually think I'm talking to the Grim Reaper. I've been hallucinating ever since I sat down in that church. I've finally lost it; the chemicals in my brain are piss-drunk and shooting dopamine like vodka. I'll wake up in the morning, moaning and clutching my head, then go home and commit myself to a mental ward.”

"You were my guardian angel, but we should never have been lovers. Leave me, and maybe one day, we can be friends again." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You can't cut me off like this," I said desperately. "We've already passed friendship. We were lovers." She yelled, "You're crazy! What about Jessica?" I had no answer. Frustration and despair overwhelmed me. I ran to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My mental health had deteriorated since Jessica's engagement and Scarlet leaving me. The psychiatrist had diagnosed me with OCD and borderline personality disorder, prescribing medications. I grabbed the emergency bottle, about to take one, when an idea struck.

My fingers tightened around the notebook in my hand, my knuckles turning pale. Whispers of doubt rippled through the room, and Ruby’s eyes instantly reddened. "If you’re saying it was yours, then show us. Demonstrate it right now." I forced down the hatred surging inside me and pointed toward Morgan Grant, an earth-element user, who was hovering on the brink of awakening, yet was stuck at a bottleneck. "His mental threshold is unstable. Since you have this Spark of Dominion, go ahead and help him break through." Ruby froze for a split second, then quickly composed herself. She stepped forward with confidence, placing her hand against the man’s forehead in a practiced gesture.

I hated feeling and there was nothing I could do but sit here and pretend like tomorrow wouldn’t be worse. But deep down, I knew. I knew it wasn’t just her body giving out. I didn’t want to admit it, not even to myself but it was more than physical illness. The way she talked to herself, whispered to someone who wasn’t there… the way she smiled at shadows and flinched at nothing. It wasn’t the ordinary anymore. It wasn’t the painkillers, sleeping pills, or the endless prescriptions. It was her mind.

That wasn’t my childhood and I knew it so I needed answers and so urgently,I was literally going crazy as I kept on thinking about it wondering if I have finally lost my mind. Nothing like this made sense and since then I can remember it has been occurring a lot and it felt like my mind was reading a story and whichever story it was, it was weird. A sister? That was way too far for me to understand and now that Damon was finally back I would be able to share my problems with him. He would be able to help me as sharing a problem alone was so relieving. I would do anything just to be able to shed light into this matter. It has been really disturbing and it has been taking a toll on my mental h

I am pretty sure I am not dreaming. If ever I tell this to one of my friends, who would believe me? I guess no one would buy my story. They will think I’m crazy. And they might criticize how badly the pandemic affects my mental health, making me out of my mind. This whatever it is only happens in books and movies. And it can’t be real. I look at his hand writing: I am Eric Marcus. But it’s here in front of me. And I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s like a mystery I may need to solve myself. I have questions, but I don’t have answers. And neither can I tell this to anyone.