Mentally Ill Characters Novels & Stories

Now that I was paying attention, I could see the glassy eyes, the slow movements, the vacant expressions. "How many of us are actually mentally ill?" "Some are. But a lot of us? We're just women who got in the way of powerful men." "That's horrible." "That's reality. The question is, what are you going to do about it?" "What can I do? I'm locked up in here." "You can start by getting your brain back. Stop taking the medication. Start thinking clearly again." "And then what?" "Then we figure out how to get you out of here and back to your son."

"If you leave with him now, what if he suddenly remembers something? Or relapses again? "Someone like Thomas, with such severe aggression when ill, is extremely dangerous. When he loses control, he doesn't recognize friend or foe—he could hurt you. "If you stay here, at least we can protect you." Victoria wore an expression of concern, but the curve of her lips was venomous to the extreme. Each sentence carried the words mental illness, genetic defect—deliberately cruel, deliberately piercing, aimed straight at the heart.

When she was safely back in her apartment, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the encounter and the story of the serial killer had simply appeared, fully formed, in her mind. The next day she had shelved her original story and her fingers had flown over the keyboard as she built this new character, a man who was the non-dominant personality of an oblivious host. The host had no idea he had another personality loitering in his mind, and he had no idea what that other personality got up to. Meanwhile, the other personality, Hyde, was murdering his way through criminals, satisfying his blood lust with the worst members of society. And Mason had been her inspiration.

“Yeah. I heard about it from Shaun. Some people might care about whether they can walk or their face disfigured. Honestly speaking, if I woke up to find that I was crippled and that my face was hurt, I might be very disappointed.” Catherine sighed lightly. “Chester is a really tough person and doesn’t care about how others look at him. Maybe… all he cares about is you. What’s on your mind?” “I’m mentally ill,” Charity said. “What if you’re no longer mentally ill?” “I… have no idea either.” In the past, Charity could tell her psychologist firmly that she was unbothered about that person. However… she was not very certain now. “But we can’t possibly be together again.”

He sends me messages everyday reminding me to eat properly, sleep early, he tells me that he misses me and he loves me. I was laying on the bed when someone knocked at the door. It was Alora. Somehow, I feel like she wanted to tell me something. She walked inside my room and I was just looking at her. She was like a queen when she entered, her usual cold aura added to her angelic face. I admit she was the most beautiful woman I've ever met and she was also the craziest. She was quiet and distant. You rarely see her smile. When I say crazy, it's not a compliment but that's what she is. She has a mental illness called dissociative identity disorder. There are four other personalities living i

It's really annoying for me to go to a place like this because I know in myself that I'm a mentally stable person but the weight when I enter here is a bit unbearable for someone like me. How I wish I can also help people with mental health problems. I usually go to a psychiatrist annually but that's only at the clinic and not inside the Mental Hospital. I really wish my Jacob is fine. I don't know or know about mental health issues but I'm aware of it. I don’t even know what Bipolar, Borderline Personality, Schizophrenia, and others mean but I usually heard it in the news that some people who have that commit crime. I just think, the complexity of a person sometimes really starts in the bra

From Sarah, who'd been a stage hypnotist, I learned hypnosis techniques. "The mind is more fragile than people think," Sarah told me during our sessions. "Break the right mental barriers, and you can make anyone do anything." After staying in the mental hospital so long, I sometimes wondered if I'd really become mentally ill. The line between sanity and madness had blurred. But touching Alice's ashes around my neck, I regained my clarity. The small pendant was my anchor to reality, to my purpose. During the three years, Marcus tried to visit many times. I could see him through the reinforced windows, pacing in the visiting room.

Others seemed relatively normal, except they kept insisting that Warren Buffett had stolen their brain… I muttered to myself, “Is there even a single normal person in here?” While the nurse was handing out the medication, I seized the moment, rushed forward, grabbed her arm, and asked, “You’ve got the wrong person, right? I’m not sick. Why did you bring me here?” Unexpectedly, the other patients started copying me. They surged forward in a mob. “Yeah! We’re not crazy either! The crazy one is the world!” The nurse frowned, then pulled out a stun baton from behind her back.

“Isn’t that why I am doing it? I love doing what I want to. Being in this position of power while you are helpless. But you know, you should be grateful. Back then, when I was hurt, I always someone to help me.” He let out a scoff and expressed, “Is that so? Do you know Min Yura even now I don’t think that I have done anything wrong. If I had ability to do so, I would have broken your legs right now so that you wouldn’t be able to escape from me. You don’t know what crazy thoughts go inside my mind.” “I understand that,” she stated, “I am not surprised. After all, it would be shocking if a mentally ill person changed without any kind of treatment.

If not… Naomi placed her hand on top of Ryleigh’s and said, “It's not your fault. I should have opened my eyes wider. Besides, you also came to save me.” Ryleigh lowered her head and wanted to cry again. Joe was dead because of her, and if something happened to Naomi again because of her negligence, she would not forgive herself for life. Chenney was eventually diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Her mental illness had emerged during her year in prison. She had been bullied, beaten, and intimidated by her cellmates in a closed and extremely depressing environment, making her mental illness even worse.