Fiction Mental Illness Books Novels & Stories

If left unchecked, the subject may experience loss of control. Loss of control leads to madness. The book slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a dull thud. Madness. The word echoed in my head, over and over, until it drowned out everything else. I sank back into the chair, staring at nothing, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I hadn’t just been healed. I had been changed.

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.

"Like you said, Fifth Prison is where many mentally ill criminals are imprisoned. Perhaps that man is also mentally unstable, which was why he claimed that he was sane." Jonah wasn't too bothered. In a cold voice, he continued, "It's just like how drunk people would never admit that they've had too much to drink." "There's a huge difference between the two," Alyssa interjected, drawing both Sean and Jonah's attention. "In fact, people with mental illness often believe everyone else is insane, while they are the only sane ones in the room."

“I heard you found a top psychologist from the US and cured your illness.” “I have recovered, but I just want to ask about something else. Let’s talk about it upstairs.” … Upstairs, Professor Lincoln poured Shaun a cup of coffee. “Go ahead.” Shaun took the cup of coffee. He mulled it over for a long time, then he slowly said, “As you know, my illness recurred three years ago after my mental illness history was exposed. My memory deteriorated after that, and I’ve forgotten many things…” “It’s very normal.” Professor Lincoln nodded. “Some mentally ill patients’ memories will deteriorate. Some may even experience hallucinations or mental disturbance. In serious cases, some may murder others.”

I always have to spoil the fun. “That can wait. I have more pressing matters to deal with right now.” My dad narrowed his eyes and waited patiently as I said, “I need your help. It seems like I'm seeing things. The series of events began after I met with a patient in Our Lady of Piety's psychiatric hospital. He is a killer and a very scary one. The interview allowed me to determine the pathologies. In addition to schizophrenia, he suffers from neurotic episodes. But that is all. The strange thing is that he was speaking as if he was from another planet.”

Yet, to Byron, it didn't seem right. When he got her talking about the other girls, to forget her nervousness and actually talk about them, she did so with such fondness, and love. He knew mental illness could make people do strange things that only made sense to them. He also knew the mentally ill were far more likely to be victims of a crime than perpetrators, contrary to what the media and millions of horror movies have taught us. Even in the cases where the sick person does awful things, it's rarely planned out, at least not to the degree that these deaths must have been. Hannibal Lector, while compelling, was not a real person. And Janice, though smart and charming when she wanted to be

asked Amber lazily. She really did not think that Harper's madness in the book Read My Mind was that bad. It could be said that Harper had turned into a book addict. Almost every day Amber could see the book lying on Harper's desk and was always in the woman's hand when she didn't have a patient. Like this afternoon. She again caught Harper reading the fictional story of Jayden Hoover, a psychopath who had brutally murdered his mother as a teenager. "Psychotic. Behavior-based on—" "I know, Harp." Amber cut quickly as she raised her hand in the air. It seemed that she regretted her question which now made Harper even more excited to discuss the story of crazy Jayden. “You don't need to explai

Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

"You know how bad work stress can be these days." "Yeah, I agree." Emily supports and I look back at her, waiting for her to spice up Becky's theory. "You know, my friend used to obsess over Iron man so much that she started imagining herself to be Pepper. You know, it was close to a kind of erotomania. Then she had to visit a psychiatrist for her treatment." She shrugs and I see Becky listening to her keenly as if she is giving her some kind of life lessons. "It can be worst sometimes, like in Nikki's case. Where people come out with some crazy shitty stories. Oh, my god! Who knows, it can be a case of schizophrenia." She observes me with a weird glance and I roll my eyes. "I knew Nikki had

Lacy It was the strangest thing to think that there was something wrong with me that science couldn’t figure out. Mental illness wasn’t something you found in our world. Well, there were the feral rogues that were totally nuts. I wondered only for a moment if I was going feral and pushed the idea to the back of my mind.