Novels About Schizophrenia Novels & Stories

“And the feeling of a… presence?” My throat was dry. I nodded stiffly, my hands locked together in my lap. He jotted something down. I hated that. The way his hand moved across the paper, recording something I couldn’t see. “Lena,” he said gently, “you know schizophrenia runs in your family.” I flinched. He didn’t say it unkindly, but the words carried weight. A curse passed down through generations. My mother. My grandmother. Delusions. Paranoia.

The shelter on 9th and Crenshaw looked smaller than Meekey expected. Just a square of brick and peeling paint, wedged between an auto shop and a boarded-up deli. But when she stepped inside, warmth radiated from every corner—blankets stacked neatly in bins, laughter drifting from the kitchen, volunteers handing out hot bowls of soup to people who hadn’t eaten since yesterday. It was the kind of place Meekey never would’ve stepped foot in before prison. Back then, her pride was too sharp. She used to think places like this were for the weak.

“But I deserve a second chance in life and in love. You asked for the truth right? Now that you have heard everything from me and what I have been going through, you can handle this. You are grown and I don’t have to take care of your feelings anymore. I am tired of keeping my past secrets to my children and my loved ones.” [so I made a mistake in my previous chapters guys. I typed ‘multiple personality disorder’ instead of ‘schizophrenia’. I have typed it as schizophrenia in my early chapters. but i made the mistake and typed multiple personality disorder. I have asked the editor to change it. So please don’t mind the mistake I made]

I always have to spoil the fun. “That can wait. I have more pressing matters to deal with right now.” My dad narrowed his eyes and waited patiently as I said, “I need your help. It seems like I'm seeing things. The series of events began after I met with a patient in Our Lady of Piety's psychiatric hospital. He is a killer and a very scary one. The interview allowed me to determine the pathologies. In addition to schizophrenia, he suffers from neurotic episodes. But that is all. The strange thing is that he was speaking as if he was from another planet.”

Even the doctors diagnosed me with schizophrenia. To make things worse, a stranger suddenly appeared and claimed to have an affair with me. According to him, I had murdered my four unborn babies because I refused to have children with Wyatt and only loved him. As a result, my in-laws threw me out, and Wyatt divorced me without hesitation. They even stripped me of all my money and legal identification, so I ended up starving to death under a highway overpass. It was only when my soul drifted up into the sky that I finally saw the truth.

I paused and looked at them, I can't believe I'm lying to them but I don't have a choice. "When she came back around I was overwhelmed and filled with joy, I told her about all the things that happened after she went into that state thinking she'll feel pity for me, and together we'll tell everyone that I didn't try to kill her but she said all the rumors were right that I dod try to kill her, I was upset with her and we had a fight that's all...I didn't tell anyone that I'm schizophrenic because I thought that the hate talks would just get worst."

Soon, news of my attempt to strangle myself and the doctor’s diagnosis that I had developed schizophrenia due to severe stress had spread all over the internet. Everyone was talking about it. “Sophia even said she wouldn’t commit suicide, but who would’ve thought she’d turn around and almost strangle herself? She’s a nasty one.” “I told you there’s a curse on valedictorians. Sophia was perfectly fine. She had just received the highest scores. Then, at the very next moment, she was diagnosed with schizophrenia.” “All the valedictorians ended up dying. Sophia didn’t die last night. Would she still try to kill herself in the future?”

His wife trusted her best friend more than her own husband. Wijaya shook his head. "I know Azzura very well. She would never want to look weak in front of you, Brian. She loves you very much, she doesn't want you to be sad." Vio, who had also been reading Azzura's notes, did not want to believe it. She knew a little about schizophrenia. People with the disease would slowly lose their memories and often experience hallucinations. "So, the reason for asking Brian to remarry is this? She wants him to have someone by his side when she disappears," Vio whispered, only to be heard by herself. She turned to Brian, he looked devastated by what she had just learned.

“What story? I write?” Elias nods and pulls out his phone to show me some pictures. “Yeah. You’re an author. You draw your own novel arts too. The story was about a tyrant’s captive bride. Dark romance stuff. You never finished it though. I found the book in your backpack.” The psychiatrist thinks your brain was living in the story while you were out. Mixing the accident trauma with the plot you were working on. That’s why it felt so real.”

But as the symptoms persisted and intensified, it became clear that something more profound was affecting her son's well-being. She thought about the vibrant young man he is, full of dreams and aspirations, his spirit unbroken. But as time went on, his mental health deteriorated, leaving him and their family grappling with the challenges of schizophrenia. Maria had watched with a heavy heart as her son's once promising future is becoming clouded with the uncertainty of his condition.