Mental Breakdown Meme Novels & Stories

And somewhere, in the back of my fractured, panicking mind, one thought breaks through the chaos. I'm fucked. So, so fucked.

My mind had gone and all that was left was this weird reality that I was seeing things that weren't there. Instead I began to laugh. It started as a giggle. Slowly it grew into a full belly laugh that brought tears to my eyes. The pitch grew higher as the laugher burst out of control in to a full on cackle. I had nothing, I was nothing, and now I was seeing things that were nothing. Mila was gone. I couldn't pay rent. My car was broken. This was it. A full on mental break. I climbed to my feet. People scurried away from me as I shrieked out my madness.

“Ready Meme” “Ready bitch, let’s do this”, she says. Gabe and Spin get close enough for us to grab ahold of each other, and as Meme grabs my shoulders, I poke at her gut, causing her to giggle profusely and lose her balance before she falls backward off of Gabe’s shoulders and into the water.

"What is going on?" During my mental breakdown, I slip down the wall to sit on the floor. A drink would suit me well right about now, and when a six-pack of beer appears out of nowhere, frozen and ready for the drinking, I finally lose my goddamn mind. I laugh like a maniac, covering my face with both my palms as I shake my head. "Relax, Dior, there must be a natural explanation for all the things that are happening—a witch could be playing a prank on you. Surely you're not crazy and seeing things."

An odd video had caught my attention, my eyes glued to my cell phone screen, watching every movement of the lady who performed and the words that were being displayed on the screen when tears rolled down my cheeks. My hands began to vibrate, my teeth gnashing against each other. with the last restricted strength in me, I type a message which says. {Having a mental breakdown. Talk to you later} This same message was forwarded to four of my closest friends and the same people I was speaking to, this act of mine was done to make sure no one was alarmed by why I was no longer responding to my messages. Images began to flash before my eyes and my system became weak, so weak that I could not respo

Ash begins. "How..." I begin; however, Ash quickly places his thumb over my lips once more, preventing me from saying anything. After a brief pause, Asher began to recall everything that took place up until I woke up in bed. "I think you suffered a mental breakdown. Which is expected to happen after everything you've been through. You haven't been eating lately, or sleeping for that matter. You've been on high alert for far too long. It was only a matter of time before something like this happened. Your body has been in fight mode for so long that it hasn't had a chance to relax. You've been pushed far beyond your limits. It was inevitable that something like this would happen." Ash states.

I clenched my teeth hard as the pain in my head wrapped tighter. “Everythung I put y’all through?” He asked, throwing his hands in the air. “Everything I did for, I did for you guys.” “No, you did it for yourself.” I snapped and groaned as I lost my vision for a second. My head suddenly heavy and I could swear my brain was moving. There was a dark film appearing occasionally before my eyes. I grabbed the sides of the bed trying to ground myself but it wasn't working. I could feel myself slipping away very quickly.

"MOJI!!!" The intensity of the voice that called my name was so high that my eyes opened instantly. It was eerily quiet in my room and I looked around, still not sitting up. My eyelids were starting to flutter close again when I heard my name again. It was louder than usual now and it went straight to my brain. I sat up, feeling the start of an headache. I specifically showed mom the meme that was made because of the fact that African parents shouting their kid's name to wake them up could lead to brain damage but it seems like mom forgot or she simply did not care because that must be the only reason why she was shouting my name like this.

She giggles. If I don’t tell her what happened, she’ll have suspicions and I’ve learned Belle doesn’t stop until she gets not only her answers but her way as well. “Hmm I had a mental breakdown on our way here, that’s why we were a little late. My brain shutdown and focused on one thing, like a core memory that I sort of -may have forgotten how to breathe when it happened.” I confess.

The days she…. “Dude, dude,” Brian’s voice drags him back to reality. “Dude, you are drifting off again!” He rubs his face with his palm and sighs dejectedly. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes. “Malcolm, I know you don’t like hearing this but I’m your best friend and I have to tell you the truth. Dude, you’ve got to move on. Yvette is gone and she is never coming back.” “I’ve moved on,” Malcolm says to him.