Novels About Schizophrenia Novels & Stories

“Sickness?” He looked at Stacy again before meeting my eyes. “It’s called Schizophrenia.” Schizophrenia. As someone who read a lot, I was aware of what that was. It had to do with bad, chronic hallucinations. It was a mental sickness. God. I thought back to the first day I packed in and met her in the room...how excited she’d been to greet me and Sean, bubbling like she’d just been given the world. I hadn’t understood then. She was glad to have a roomate because she had never had one before.

The nurse lowered her voice slightly. "Nobody knows exactly anymore. Fifty years maybe. More." Aisha looked back toward the window. The old man hadn't moved. Rain reflected faintly in the glass around him. "What happened to him?" "Schizophrenia." The nurse shrugged. "Severe. Chronic. Lots of delusions." Aisha nodded. That wasn't unusual in a facility like Belle Vue. Still, something about the man felt different. "Does he have family?" The nurse hesitated. Then smiled sadly.

he tried explaining but I still can’t understand. Staring at him, I can see he is genuine about his words. There is no hint of fakeness and anything on him. “If I am sick, what sickness?” “Schizophrenia.” I laughed nervously shaking my head. I’m seeing real things. They aren’t my imaginations. Angelo and Hailey are real. How dare them think I am crazy? “That’s crazy!” I exclaimed in disbelief.

" she mumbled. . . . During lunchtime, Xander came to see us. We were all seated at our usual table when he excused. I was supposed to go alone, but somehow Ariana managed to tag along. Mira said it was fine since Darren would call her up sooner or later. When we got to a quiet and less crowded area in the hall, he stopped. " Why'd you call us here? I asked after a while. He rubbed his hands together as if nervous. " I wanted to ask you something." He said. " Hmm mm?" " The drugs we found..... Do they have any side effects of any sort?... On people with schizophrenia?" " And what's that?" I asked. Ariana glanced at me and offered to explain. " It's a kind of mental disorder. People with it o

"If you speak out about all you know. I and the other Alphas will look into it and we may tell the police to consider your request too." "My daughter is indeed schizophrenic but I never found out until her father, my fated mate, died. She was just twelve when I discovered that she had schizophrenia. Her father's death triggered it. She started by talking to herself, then she moved to talking with an invisible person. Whenever I asked her who she was talking to, she said her dead father and that he usually came to visit her and tell her he'd be back someday. From that moment I knew I had to do something fast." "Is that when you took her to the hospital?"

“Me too. I appreciate your hard work so far.” “I will try my best” “She had schizophrenia, which is why her paintings got progressively gory and scary. It was the only way she could express the way she felt at the time, since the drugs couldn’t help her anymore, and she was only getting worse, she would just paint and paint and paint. It was all she could do. I would stand at the doorway staring at her and one day Steph and I came here to get her to eat but when she looked up at us… she was gone. She didn’t know who we were, what anything was, her eyes were void of any emotions … it broke Steph, and she never came down here again…” he blinked four times… I realized he was trying not to cry a

Mikhail shook his head. "No, for Klaus," he said slowly. "Nikolay betrayed the family for you. I wanted to make sure how willing Klaus was to do the same. I can't allow a woman to tear the family apart, not after everything I've sacrificed... Do you want to know the truth? Why he finally went mad?" "He didn't..." Anika stopped. She couldn't say for certain. In his final moments... it almost seemed that way. Mikhail took a deep breath. "Schizophrenia," the man finally said. "He was diagnosed at seventeen... The medications helped... the drug... well, I think you saw it for yourself."

The bible didn't fail me as much as the bible was unable to stand the findings of my research. People cover themselves with the floor. Those who have next to nothing to support themselves. They, too, must live. I must live the storm if it helps fight the end somewhere. Life is hurting me at floor level. Amy is dead. I didn't kill her. She failed me in my desire to have a company in the future. The doctor says she was under considerable stress. They dug her up. But what's this? I can still talk to her. How? Whispers in my mind speak to her. That's because I am a patient with schizophrenia. How does he know for sure? It is not normal when he trusts a book without testing and confirming the con

Whatever. But I had read it, skulking just inside the park entrance and probably looking like one of the junkies that queued up outside the drop-in centre in town. I'd love to have said it had been a riveting read, but there was nothing in the two-page glossy pamphlet that inspired me. Paranoia. Anxiety attacks. And the plot twist? Full-blown psychosis. The individual can lose touch with reality and experience visual and auditory hallucinations.

says Falvio. "Or else what?" challenges Ines. Falvio smirks, goes close to her and stands face to face and says "evidently you are aware, nothing has stopped me from vanishing girls without anyone finding them ever. I don't mind doing it again" Ines should have had a sleepless night but the drug in her system worked perfectly and she slept the restless night in peace but after every night, a new day with the bright sun rises. Ines didn't have too much brain power or stability to make plans or even think too much as her brain was always occupied with intrusive thoughts. She had episodes where she would see people and have long conversations with them. And they always felt real. On a few occas