Mental Breakdown Meme Novels & Stories

God, please! But it was too late for me. He kicked in my bathroom door, and he smirked at me, like "you can't run from me you whore." Then he grabbed me by hair. {Amy screaming 😱} let me go. Let me go. He slapped me so hard that I saw stars. Before I knew it I fainted. * a few minutes later*

momentarily to protect the person from any harm. For Bo, a meltdown usually involves breaking things. He shouts and tries to hurt himself in an attempt of dealing with whatever the situation could be. This is a direct opposite to what happens when he has a shutdown, and almost always leads to a shutdown. For Bo, a shutdown is a time when Bo goes entirely non-verbal, does not stim, and is very compliant.

“Three thousand and three hundred and thirty-three years old.” I blinked. See, my mind was at its lowest point right then. I had mental breakdowns about four times that day and I just experienced the shittiest shit ever in my life. So, excuse me, because I needed to process the numbers a bit longer. But Alexander shamelessly pointed out how slow my brain was. He flicked his finger on my forehead. “Your brain just crashed?” Deep laughter rumbled from his throat. “Shut up!” “It’s 3333.”

Assholes, all of them “Ever since then, I’ve been suffering from PTSD and a truckload of other mental illness, so forgive this ranting of mine, something which I will probably start regretting within a few minutes. Oh and mom, I’m sorry for not taking my meds today. Anyways, good night ya’ll. Ciao” With that said, I take off from the place with everyone standing in their place like garden flamingoes with shock. I throw my head back, laughing back like a fucking lunatic as slowly my face becomes drenched with tears.

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

Without Dad's financial support, I have maybe two months of tuition money saved from my part-time job at the campus writing center. The security guard's radio crackles. "Building needs to be secured in fifteen minutes." "Almost done," I call back, shoving the last of my toiletries into a bag. My reflection catches in the mirror above my dresser. I look like a stranger—hollow-eyed, pale, wearing the same clothes I've had on for two days. When did I start looking so broken? "Hey," Maya touches my shoulder gently. "You're going to get through this." "Am I?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my life is over."

"You suck bro!" This is exactly what I needed, an impromptu game of Karaoke on a late Tuesday evening with close family. These past few days have been literal hell, the amount of mental strain and stress I've been under is quite indescribable. All of the fuckery I've dealt with over the years are slowly chipping away at my psyche to expose a broken shell of me. It's a wonder how I actually remain sane after all this time, this industry literally sucks the damning life out of you. All in all I just can't bare to be alone for the remainder of the day, it will be nice to forget everything for a few hours.

I ask Aubrey as I show her my favorite photo of him. Aubrey peels her eyes away from her phone before focusing her attention over to me. She looks down at the shirtless photo of Jack before scrunching her nose up in what looked to be distaste. “Um… no. Not at all actually.” She says. This bitch is crazy. “Ya know, I always knew you had some type of mental illness, but I’m starting to think you need to be admitted now.” I joke. “Says the girl drooling over some guy she’s never even met.” Ella chimes in.

“Also, Barbie? Come on. The man thinks you’re pretty.” “He thinks I’m an annoying rookie.” “Please.” She rolled her eyes. “The grumpy ones are always the worst. They act like they hate you, then suddenly they’re completely obsessed.” [I know guys like him.] I opened my mouth to argue with her ridiculous logic, but I never got the chance. The small television screen mounted on the bulkhead in front of us suddenly flashed, cutting to a breaking news broadcast. The volume was barely a whisper, but the bold red text scrolling across the bottom of the screen grabbed both of our attention immediately.

"And I need to get to work with an open mind." “I am resting.” I failed horribly at holding back my laughter. God, I had missed this. "I wasn't planning to fuck you though," he said, "we can't be fucking every other day like animals, can we, my love?" "But..." he then added, "These two weeks won't be good for you I promise." He let me go right then. "The game is over," he said shortly, "hurry up get prepared I'd stop you by when I'm going down town."