Mental Breakdown Meme Novels & Stories

she announces. Mick tries to hide his face in the couch and mumbles for everyone to leave, that he's ashamed. Jim, a big man who always shares in the group how his divorce triggered his drinking, chuckles softly. "Don't worry, kid. I had a relapse in my second week. Alberta had to retrieve my drunk ass from my son's wedding," he says. "I had my relapse at three years after losing my job. I started counting again, and I've been sober for a year now. There's nothing to be ashamed of," Celeste, another group member, says.

But then again, Alex is my mate and the thought of him being with someone else would definitely break me. "You're thinking too much. So many things are clustering in your mind." Kevin’s voice spoke beside me once again and I turned to stare at him. "Finish your juice." He insisted and I nodded, drinking the rest. Once i finished it, I felt as though an invisible anchor had been lifted up from my head. "What was in that?" I had to ask, because the feeling was obvious. One minute it was like my head was about to fall off my body from thinking way too many thoughts and the next minutes, everything felt just right again.

She immediately whatsapped the image to Vikram . Vikram grinned when he saw the image . They both looked like zombies with contorted limbs . "Good God, what can two glass of beer do?", he thought and shook his head . Everyone in the meeting room was surprised and they looked at him . They had never seen their boss smile this gently . What could make this sheet of ice smile like this? When Vikram got aware of the curious glances, coming from people in the meeting room, he immediately channeled his composed face and continued with the meeting .

a damage heart and mind. Looking at Millie talking to mom, I know she needs it, after all, she has been through, she needs comfort, and she needs a very good psychiatrist that can somehow fix her traumatic experience, though it comes to my mind, is there someone can fix a broken heart and mind? How about a broken soul? "--love! Are you okay?" Amber suddenly asks while I am in my thoughts. "Yeah! Of course! Ahem, why? "You are zoning out, I am telling you something but you don't seem to listen"

Years and years of memory flood my brain as the pain intensifies. Finally, the wall breaks, leaving a crumbled mess, and I… I lose myself to the darkness.

My mind adds the phrase “not anymore.” Immediately, I answered the call. It's the haunted sound of her cry and the trembling of her lips as she speaks. “I’m broken. I feel totally stupid and hurt right now because Ben just broke up with me. I saw it coming, Denver.” Fuck, the way she mentioned my name with the haunted sounds from her lips.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

The emotions that I had been bottling up instantly burst forth. I broke down and yelled at him, “The baby’s gone, Carl!”

A construction. 🌙 The First Glitch Suddenly— A memory appeared inside his mind. 🌙 His seventh birthday. A chocolate cake. His mother smiling. Ayesha laughing. Candles glowing. 🎂 A normal memory. A happy memory. ❤️ Then something strange happened. The memory paused. Like a broken video. 📼 The people stopped moving. The flames froze. The smiles disappeared. 💀 And for one horrifying second… Every person in the memory turned toward him.

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.