Mental Breakdown Meme Novels & Stories

Enzo let out a cold laugh. “To ruin Viola’s birthday, you’re even willing to curse yourself by saying you’re dying?” Luca’s eyes were full of disappointment. “You’ve really gone too far this time.” The three of them left with her. I curled up beside the fountain, one hand pressed hard against my temple, and the tears finally broke free. That medication could slow the growth of the tumor in my head. It was not easy to get. Even if I applied for another bottle immediately, by the time it was approved, I might already be dead.

"Constantine, You misunderstand me. They were right to send me to the hospital because they want me to get help. I want to get well myself. But at the moment, psychiatry is not able to help me, and society does not care deeply about our problems. Who cares about the conversations of deranged people? Memorable told Constantine that he needed to finish cleaning the floors and left the room. Memorable decided to hurry with the execution of the work to drink the long-awaited tea and go to bed. Memorable thought over what Constantine had said to him. Constantine could be understood, as could everyone else. We're like in a zoo, sitting in a cage, and we're waiting to be released. Thirty-fifth Day.

"I'm stressed, not sad." "Neither chronic anxiety nor depression make you 'sad' all the time, despite what others might try to say. It's many different things to many different people, and one of those is that it's biological in many cases. A boy with a broken leg needs a cast. A man whose lower nervous system has been damaged needs a wheelchair. And those with chronic anxiety may need help to adjust chemical activity in their brains. This is not magic. This is not made-up. And I want you to try something that I think may help."

He made a zipping motion over his mouth and tossed the imaginary key behind him. ''No that's okay, I need the distraction,'' I told him trying my best to smile. If he wasn't here my mind probably would have gotten really dark again and, I'm pretty sure I would have had a breakdown. Having a mental breakdown at school would be terrible for several reasons. The main one would be that they would probably call Zack and, he doesn't know about my mental health and, the state of disrepair that it's in or has been in for the past ten or so years.

Tears fell like broken beads on a string. It was only the first day, and she was already on the verge of a mental breakdown.

“And instead, I got a boy who called me boring and a best friend who called me dramatic while she had his dick in her mouth.” I choked. “God. Why do I talk like this.” I started laughing again, but it was the manic kind, like the cry was too deep and too sharp so it turned into a giggle halfway through. “I’m a mess. I’m a full disaster. I’m going to end up in someone’s group chat as a meme. ‘Girl loses it after pulling ex’s pants down.’ I bet someone’s editing it right now with an Afrobeat track in the background. I bet Marcus is still inside trying to fix his underwear.”

What about you? "Just as unlucky as yours." I smiled at her. I didn't realise it until today... The world is too ironic. It takes sadness to know what happiness feels like. I realised that I wasn't the only one who'd had their world go upside down. There were others like her who stayed strong rather than trying to end their lives. There was one thing true about what my Dad told me once, "Life is like a piano. The white keys show happiness and the black keys show sadness, but as you venture on in life, remember that the black keys also make music."

I think I am broken. -----------

The comments are worse. “She’s a train wreck.” “She’s high again lmao.” “Imagine having that much money and still being pathetic.” “Her career’s a ticking time bomb.” “She’s fried her brain.” I keep scrolling because I’m an expert in self-destruction and this is my specialty picking the wound until it bleeds. Someone made a meme of my face, eyes wide, lips parted mid-sentence. They captioned it: “When even your dealer is concerned.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”