Mentally Ill Characters Novels & Stories

He is out. “He’s free. Out there, right now. He’s just roaming the streets.” Matthew put down his pen at this statement and leveled me with a stern look. “Why?” “Some foundation trying to do charity. Politics, most probably. I don’t know, a random twist of fate?” I said sarcastically. “Some people are so intent on doing good that they fail to see how ironic that is. They’re willing to save a mentally ill person at the risk of others.” I scoffed at the absurdity. I wrapped my hands around my arms and studied the exits of the room. It feels safe here, I remind myself.

“Just look at them. They only have those few things to say, such as me having a mental problem, being indecent, promiscuous, and fooling around with men like the female lead. They insist that the characters in the novel are a reflection of the author. What a joke.”

"Uh-huh. From what I've gathered, it's a rare mental illness, akin to dissociative identity disorder, manifesting as a vicious, paranoid, and cruel alter ego. On ordinary days, he seems just like anyone else, but he can't endure too many emotional fluctuations. When faced with intense stimuli, he experiences episodes where the cruel persona takes over, leading to violent outbursts and loss of rationality. Kingsley developed this condition fifteen years ago, coinciding with a significant upheaval in the Livingston family. Whether this event is linked to Kingsley's illness remains uncertain..." "Charlotte, you mustn't be with Kingsley," Chris interjected firmly. "Diana, I don't condone your in

"Fuck that psychiatrist, Kris!" And as predicted, he's gonna explode like a ticking bomb. "Why do you keep insisting that I'm having mental illness-" “I'm not saying you are-” "But you're actually making me feel like I'm one!" The newly hired maids aren't at our house yet, so Liam and I are the only two here, fighting in the home he once called a palace. "Am I not normal in your eyes? What is wrong with my character for you to think that I’m insane?!”

My world is going round and round and each second I feel dizzier than the last. "Alex, I'm here to tell you that your actions are not of your choosing. Mental illness is something often disregarded but it affects more people than any other disorder. We're all here to tell you that we're going to fight, and we're not going to stop until you are not as affected by it so much anymore. We're not going to stop until you're ok." At this point, her voice just sounds muffled. She's trying to sugarcoat telling me I'm crazy. So,

He is living life worse than a prisoner just because he cared for his own blood and flesh. "Here ..... Eat ur food" one goon named Billu kept food on the floor near Kaushik's wrinkled feet and he looked up with same hopeless eyes. "Why don't u mix poison in it?" He said with a grieve while taking the plate in his hand, the man gave him sympathetic look but not more than that. "Eat ur food" he said arrogantly and turned to leave. But Shrikant's expressions changed seeing him going away. "Hey wait ...... Won't u eat with ur father?" That man sighed before turning back, it's everyday scene for all the servants because Kaushik is suffering from Amnesia. Years of loneliness affected his mental st

A woman hurried past me while aggressively thinking about grocery lists like her life depended on it. [Milk. Eggs. Bread. Apples. Milk. Eggs. Bread.] Yeah. Definitely louder. "Tiffany Wren?" I looked up. The man approaching me looked to be in his late fifties, broad-shouldered with a loosened tie and a coffee cup balanced in one hand. Captain Dean Mercer. Unlike everyone else, his thoughts were calm. Mostly because he wasn't trying to hide them. [Poor kid looks exhausted already.] That one almost got me. People usually treated me like some dangerous thing the second they found out. Mercer looked at me like I was human.

"Why can you be that relaxed Zillion? Is this one of the mental disorders you've been suffering from? You have personality disorders, anxiety disorders, and cognitive disorders!" Zillion who saw that just chuckled and gave a light kiss on Caroline's cheek. “I told you that I am indeed sick, so I will need you all the time. Now take good care of me so that I don't turn into this weird mental ill man, Ms Chauffer." “I look like I'm going to bang your head against the wall of the plane so that your sane mind can quickly return. The day after tomorrow when Cassie comes back, what will happen to us? You're just going to leave me, right?"

I'm sure it is cold outside, but I didn't pay attention to that and walked out of the hospital. I walked mindlessly across the road, probably looking like I was a zombie, or an old lady who had Alzheimer. I was drenched in rain but yet still I persisted. As I reached the park I noticed a small little pond by the slides. As I walked over to the pond, I had two options: die or live. My eyes started to water again as the tears left my eyes effortlessly. I loved Daniel, how could he do this to me? He left me here, alone!