Top 10 Worst Mental Illnesses
Mental illness affects millions of people worldwide, causing significant distress and impairing daily functioning. Although advancements have been made in diagnosis and treatment, some mental illnesses can be particularly challenging to manage and can have a devastating impact on individuals and their loved ones. It's important to approach the topic with sensitivity and understanding, recognizing the immense struggles faced by those who are affected. With that in mind, this list aims to shed light on the ten mental illnesses that are widely considered to be among the most severe, causing significant disruptions to a person's life, and posing a significant challenge to their mental health and well-being.I know someone with this, and while I can't empathize directly as I have no real personal way of knowing what they experience, I can't help thinking how awful it must be. I have BPD, and it's awful, but this is the one thing I wouldn't swap it for.
There are voices and thoughts. They won't stop coming inside your head, no matter how hard you try. When I say quiet, they will talk again. The scariest is my mom and other people repeatedly calling my name. Even when you're silent, it's so noisy in your head, like it's just going to explode. Then there are shadow people peeping in the windows. I always had to close the windows and bring the curtains down so that they won't see me.
I would avoid looking at the mirror sometimes because people coming from the other world might see me. I can't remember things properly. Like, what dress did I wear yesterday or earlier. I even experienced one time, when someone suddenly asked my name, I totally forgot. I paused to myself and had to look at the ID I was wearing to remember. Sometimes, I forget my birthday and age.
I would prefer not to go outside much because I worry that intruders would go inside the house. I can't sleep because I can hear sounds that someone's trying to break down our door. I keep on looking at the door until the banging would stop, and till I get sleepy and not notice I'm asleep already. I would forget things halfway through what I'm about to say. And, people confuse me sometimes because my words mix up.
I always feel that nobody needs me and that useless people like me should die. Though they would force stopping in me. I also experienced the time when one of my friends said something and I totally couldn't comprehend what he was saying. He repeated it five times but the words didn't seem to go inside my head. I had to tell him to stop.
I also had the time when I smelled spaghetti but there was nothing inside the house. But, I was sure it was really the smell of spaghetti (I wasn't hungry at that time). I believe that there are other dimensions other than this world and they can enter through our world by finding the edges of our universe. My emotions control the weather in our town so I always have to keep calm. My mind... more
This ruined my life. I spend almost every hour of every day either actively participating in "rituals" like obsessive washing or cleaning, or avoiding things such as sitting on my own sofa to avoid the intense feeling of dirty contamination. My mind plays my worst memories on loop, and doing my rituals or avoidance is the only way my brain thinks it can protect me from bad things. The worst part is that my logical side knows the rituals are nonsense, but it is held to ransom by the faulty emotional side desperate for relief. It really is a horrible situation.
I have had OCD for 12 years now, and it has gradually gotten worse over the years. It started with irrational thoughts like I would get pregnant, become possessed, or my body and face would turn ugly. By the way, I'm male and 24 years old. My compulsions involve flicking my fingers four times at the right time, kicking my feet, and holding my breath to destroy anything that turns me manic. This happens every day and every minute until I sleep, and that's not even all of my compulsions.
Due to these problems, I have had no girlfriend and no true friend. I am in so much agony with these compulsions, but I'm still happy because I am alive and physically healthy. I have had no treatment or medication. I've just suffered in silence. But if you are reading this and you want help, please ask someone.
As someone with BPD, I constantly struggle with my relationships, to the point where I feel like having them is pointless. I have extreme hate for myself and an intense fear of abandonment. I blame myself for issues in my relationship, to the point where I want to self-harm or leave the relationship to avoid being hurt. My mood constantly fluctuates, and everything is either really good or really bad. I can truly love someone, yet still manage to hurt them due to my intense feelings of anger, fear, and upsetness. I feel hopeless since this disorder is difficult to treat. It not only affects me but everyone around me.
I have BPD, and I'm going to keep this relatively short, but the extreme mood swings, paranoid and delusional thoughts about people leaving, having a favorite person, and the self-destructive behavior, dissociation (to name a few), are just too much. It's only getting worse. I constantly swing between being extremely depressed, anxious, angry, numb, euphoric... 1 in 10 of us commit suicide, and 3/4 attempt. It's just too much, and it makes me so angry that this disorder comes from trauma. I wasn't even born like this. I could have been normal, and people stole that from me.
I have Bipolar with psychosis and severe anxiety, and I admit that for most of my time with this diagnosis, I was embarrassed about it. But not because of Bipolar itself. Rather, because people think it just means you're moody. They couldn't be more wrong. Bipolar has the highest suicide rate above all other mental illnesses by a lot, including borderline, depression, and schizophrenia.
Bipolar feels like your brain is the rope in a tug-of-war match between extreme mania and crippling depression. During my first psychotic episode, I saw demons and was convinced they were trying to kill me. It disrupted so much I had going for me: good grades, friends, and happiness. I spent all my hard-earned money on useless junk, did weird things that made me lose friends, and I had violent urges (which I didn't act on), hearing voices, not sleeping for days, and seeing demons and alternative realities.
My family "didn't believe" in mental illness and disowned me. I was homeless and bipolar. I tried to kill myself then. Luckily, I got help from a friend who had depression and somewhat understood my issues. Bipolar is unimaginably terrifying, and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy...
Depression is an overwhelming nothingness and apathy that envelops the victim, forcing rapid deterioration from the inside out. It is similar to the process of termites consuming the core of a healthy tree. Everything appears natural and beautiful on the outside, yet the center has already been hollowed by deadly destruction. Suicide is when that tree collapses because of a lack of people who cared enough to support the degenerated tree.
Depression is characterized by a pain so severe, that even through the prison of rational thought, an individual would commit suicide because nothing, not even the grief experienced by the person's loved ones, could possibly compare to the ever-increasing agony. It is the knowledge that no matter how many medications are forced down one's throat, how many seemingly useless years of therapy the individual must endure, the plague will never cease to haunt, torture, and massacre.
Depression is not weak. It is not cowardly. It is abhorrent, base, and vile, but most of all: futile. And if anyone reading this is cursed with this misery, you are impossibly resilient, and deserve the utmost respect and chocolate.
It feels like a bad trip, but it doesn't go away, and you have to act normal around people even though you're not really there. Nothing feels real. Everything looks like you're looking through a glass bowl. You can't understand what people say to you, and you can't remember what you just did. Fluorescent lights, people, anxiety, excitement, and changes in the environment trigger my symptoms. Sometimes, I just wake up with it. Most people have it coexisting with another disorder. Mine's bipolar depression. It turns your world upside down. You lose your future because you don't really exist anymore. How can you work, have children, or even clean the house if you are not really here?
Misery. It's as if all of your dreams are dead. And the person you were before you got this disorder is dead. You have no idea who you are, what you want, terrible memory. No matter what the memory is or how important, you forget it immediately. It's very hard to keep days straight. Everything feels like a dream. Nothing feels special. No ambition, no point in life. You are dead, and continue to exist on the planet. Everything seems impossible. Worst mental disability or not, second to schizophrenia in my opinion. It kills you before you die.
I have this, and it is pure hell. For a long time, I was afraid of food and drinks. I couldn't eat out, I couldn't eat food made by anyone but myself or people super close to me. I couldn't go anywhere because I would freak out. I missed hours of class in high school because I would have these long episodes of panic. I think some of these other illnesses sound way worse, and I am very fortunate I don't have something like schizophrenia. But it still really sucks.
Imagine the feeling you have when you're about to fall out of a chair but you don't quite fall. That's what it's like to have a panic attack, but for much, much longer. If you have anxiety, you can experience quite a few of these episodes a week. These disorders can drive you crazy. I was diagnosed with it when I was six, and I wouldn't eat, drink, sleep, or go anywhere just because of the fear of the unknown. I almost had to be fed with IVs because I wouldn't eat, and it was so horrible!
No matter what else I ever experience, this will always be the worst because I can't get it to go away. I'm 11 now, and it's gotten a little better. I eat now, but still, the stuff that lives in my brain is worse than any creature on this planet. People can't really understand what people with anxiety go through because there is no way to know what it's like until you've had it. Once you've had it, there's no way to really shake it off, and it lives with you forever. If I could wish for one thing in the world, it would be for it to go away. It stops me from doing so many things, and no one deserves it.
I think this disorder should be #1. It has nothing to do with whether the person can get to work on time or keep a steady job. It's about its consistently "manipulative" nature due to the inability to feel empathy for others. This disorder was formerly called "psychopath," meaning psychologically damaged.
I have severe OCD and am on the bipolar spectrum. During one of my manic episodes, I met someone with antisocial personality disorder. Initially, I thought he was bipolar, but he quickly picked up on what I liked and emulated it perfectly. Last night, while I was hanging out with him (he didn't smoke), I smoked pot and started recognizing that he does not meet the "criteria" for bipolar disorder. His eyes were what gave away his disorder. They were empty when he was not trying to impress me.
A person with ASPD can be in a long-term relationship with someone and have children with that person, and then completely destroy all their lives on a whim (or many, continuous whims). They can appear nice enough for long periods of time, as long as their companion is on their internal list of people they find useful. As soon as that changes, or they get bored enough to want a thrill, they reveal their inner monster. They can start having sex with numerous strangers they find online and poison their long-time companion, endangering and lying to their children. All because it gives them a sick pleasure, while claiming it's their companion who is crazy the whole time. The heart of evil.
I can't believe this isn't ranked higher. The worst thing about PTSD is that it is a never-ending disorder. All day, I swivel my head back and forth, always assuming the worst things are going to happen to everyone around me. It makes it impossible to get close to people because the closer I get, the more fearful I become that I will lose them. You never know when your trigger will appear, and when it does, it can throw you out of your life for days at a time.
I'm scared to get out of bed every day because I'm afraid of the world. I have insomnia linked to PTSD, and all I can do all night is think of all the different scenarios in which the people I love will die. I'm always exhausted, but I still do things to be safe. I check on everyone at all times to make sure they are safe, and it kills me when my friends do even little things like riding without a seatbelt.
The flashbacks can be debilitating and come without warning. They can happen during a test, a conversation with a friend, or at work talking to customers. It shatters me and hurts those around me.
Eating disorders are often that silent killer. There are always early signs, which are frequently dismissed as 'just growing up, losing baby fat, trying to get healthy'. But until they're physically evident, it's so easy to ignore and hide them. Often, you are oblivious to ever having it, until it's consumed you completely.
I didn't realize there was anything actually wrong with me at all. I didn't even really know what it was. My parents waited until I was 8 stone before starting to ask me if I was bulimic. And I had no idea what bulimia was. I just thought the only type of eating disorder was one where you starved or threw up. And I hadn't given any of them any thought. I'd never really seen anyone with one, besides celebrities. Maybe because I thought they didn't affect me. Well, if everyone had that attitude, we'd be living in ignorance. I realize now that, besides all these mental disorders, ignorance is the biggest killer.
I've had this ever since I was 5, and it has tormented my life to the fullest. I stopped eating with my parents, and I couldn't even be in the same room as them without earplugs. I go everywhere with earplugs, and as for school, I have my own classroom where I spend 80% of the time, except for when I'm getting instructions from teachers.
People annoy me so much with so many sounds, and even more sounds come every year. At the age of 15, I developed a repetitive tic. Whenever someone makes a sound, I have to mimic it immediately so it doesn't torment my mind as much. Eventually, though, students catch on and start making the sounds on purpose because they find it funny.
With that being said, I still can't tell many people, afraid that they would call me a drama queen or say it's not a real disorder. They compare their dislike of a few sounds to what I have, which is not comparable. When these sounds become repetitive, the overwhelming urge to harm the person is unbearable. I feel disgusted with them and myself. I just wish it would go away, or maybe that I could go deaf for the rest of my life. I'm 18 now, and people still treat me knowing that making a sound will get a reaction out of me.
It's been a few months since I was released from the hospital for my first major psychotic episode. I have been bipolar for almost ten years since my world changed with constant depersonalization at age 12. Nothing ever feels real. I barely feel any emotions except anxiety now, especially when I start to think about what's left for my future. That's not entirely true, actually. I sit on either end as manic (very confident and sometimes very aggressive, though that's more related to psychosis) and feeling like nothing matters (depressed).
If it weren't for my parents, I would probably be homeless without medication. For some people, that's a reality which horrifies me. I feel like I've experienced almost every mental illness except personality disorders, but this is my diagnosis. I have rare moments where I just feel normal, but the depersonalization never goes away. I would never wish this on anybody.
I apparently have this disorder. Perhaps on a good day, such as today, I will agree with you. Yes, I have psychosis. But when everyone (the "hallucinations") are talking to me, it's hard to ignore them and act normally. When they're poking me in class and telling me that the teacher is going to kill us all or that I'll fail my classes, obviously it's distressing. I've had these "symptoms" since I was about 7, and now I'm 15. The disorder can hurt, physically and mentally. It can be cunning, confusing, and downright evil. I often cannot even tell what I made up and what's real. It's all the same to me. But nobody can see it. My pain isn't even real.
Well, I think it is not quite as severe as schizophrenia, considering this is a symptom of it, but this still is awful. It is considered critical, too. I used to have these episodes due to faulty medication, and remembered none of them. I was violent, unresponsive, delusional, and immature. Worse? They could not help because of my hostility! Though schizophrenia is obviously worse (most severe mental illness people), this still is awful.
This mental illness should be in the top tens. It's a really bad one. Parents with this disorder try to make their kids sick just for attention. There are dozens of crimes where parents make their kids sick and even kill them.
Basically, this labels a child as mentally or physically ill by intentionally creating harm to the patient. This is another form of child abuse. I'm baffled to see this low on the list.
Munchausen's by proxy is like hidden child abuse that no one notices until it's too late. It is so sad, not just for the child but for the parent, guardian, carer, or whoever is involved.
I've had Tourette Syndrome since I was 9, and it is NOT fun! I always have to twitch my jaw, neck, eyelid, or have to crack my knuckles. And if I don't, I get this horrible feeling that I don't know how to describe until I do something. My mom hates it when I twitch, like I always have since 3rd grade, but I always tell her I can't help it. It's kind of true that I can't help it, though. And I sometimes laugh for no reason, too!
I am not sure if THAT has anything to do with Tourette or not, but I've also been doing that since 3rd grade and got in trouble. Little did my mom or 3rd grade teacher know that I have Tourette's. Well, now my mom understands because my dad found out and explained it to her. But still, you should NEVER wish for Tourette Syndrome. It is horrible, and I feel like it shouldn't be this close to the bottom and should be at least a little closer to the top!
I have had Tourette's since I was four. It is a terrible thing. Imagine you got bitten by a mosquito. You want to scratch, but you know if you do, you'll start bleeding, but you want to scratch so badly! That's how I describe my Tourette's. You want to tic because the urge is taking over all of your thoughts. But you know that you might hurt yourself or make other people stare at you.
This disorder is extremely common, but so many people don't know about it. And if they do, they might stereotype it as "the cursing syndrome", even though cursing is rare and motor tics are common. I remember I would make all of these movements with my face, and it would weird me out because I had little control over it. The doctor told me I had Tourette's. When I was eleven, I had begun to have vocal tics, and it only gets worse with stress. I'm not surprised Tourette's was low in rating, because not too many people know about it. But in my opinion, there should be more awareness for this disorder, because it is torture to need to say words, make sounds, and do movements with your body and have little control over them.
It's frustrating when nobody understands. And it's even worse when people attempt to trigger the tics by repeating the sounds or movements, just because they think it's funny. Because no, it isn't funny. Not at all.
I have an extreme dosage of this. If I don't take my medicine, I'm only able to focus for a few seconds. Even with my medicine, 90% of the time, I don't think of things before I say them. It's also hard for me not to interrupt people. I constantly lose things, even if they're right in front of me, literally as if my brain is focusing on everything but that.
Whenever I'm supposed to do something and I'm not on my meds, if I don't do it immediately, I forget. Sometimes, when I'm not on my medication, instructions come in one ear and out the other. This is coming from a 21-year-old man.
This sucks because I cannot focus on my schoolwork for long, affecting my grades poorly. It also makes it so I can't get anything done.
I myself have it, and from my experiences with it, I can tell you it is not enjoyable. It is too hard to focus. I do several things at once. More things to worry about makes my focus go away. It is very hard in school. My low concentration in anything is very bad for my grades. I have to take breaks in class, just to get myself back together. I can barely get out of bed every morning because I cannot make myself focus on actually getting up.
I have always been called out by my mom because I lacked empathy, had a huge ego, and thought I was better than everyone else. I craved attention, and those girls in my classes who got it instead of me were instantly on my list of hatred. I am extremely sensitive and need others to constantly compliment me to make me feel better about myself. It really does suck because all I've done is just speak without thinking, and then I ruin my chances of making any new friends. I don't even know if I have the personality disorder, to be honest.
Whenever I tell my parents about it, they say that I'm only overreacting. My dad said that a narcissist only cares about themselves, and he says that I am far from it. But, I really do care only about myself, little about others, and it makes me feel horrible. People call me a narcissist all the time, but I don't want to believe it. I'm only 13. Maybe I'm just highly insecure.
Wouldn't it be horrifying to want to sleep, but not be able to, and this continues until you are dead? I feel sorry for everyone that has it.
I don't have this, but I feel sorry for people that have it.
It sucks, but at the same time, it's not that bad (at least for me). I've been told by my therapist that I have SPD, and honestly, I'm not surprised at all, after learning what it is. For me, it's like all my emotions are just different shades of gray in a black and white image that is my life. Some days are nice, and I feel 'happy'. Those are the lighter parts. Other times it's like someone took a dimmer and made everything darker. Good things aren't as good, and bad things are even worse.
I went skydiving, and it had been my dream for almost six years. When I was done, I didn't feel excited. I didn't feel giddy. I wasn't happy. I honestly could've been turned away and felt about the same as I did after I jumped. My family was there, so of course, I had to act excited. I smiled, I laughed, I told everyone that they should try it one day. But I didn't really feel anything. It was like, "Oh, okay. It's over."
When my little sister dislocated her elbow in a go-cart accident, everyone was out, crying, trying to keep her conscious. Not me. While we were driving to the hospital, the car was filled with the sounds of my family crying. I was sitting in the back of the car, humming along to what music I could hear. I didn't feel scared, or nervous, or guilty in any way. I just was.
I don't feel love for people either. I asked my sister what love felt like, and it was nothing like what I 'feel'. She said it was something like 'I never want this moment to end, I never want this person to change from the way they are now', just warm things in general. My version of 'love' is described like 'I know I'll miss you when you're gone, so I'll spend time with you now so you know I appreciate you being around'.
It's hard to explain. You still care for others, but you just don't feel empathetic. I don't know, to be honest. I suffer from it, and it's still hard to explain.
It's not that I don't care about other people, but I just do not feel any amount of empathy for anyone.
This is the worst thing that has happened to me. I was 19. Now I'm 30 and still living with this disorder. I don't know how it's at the bottom of the list when it's one of the worst ones. Many of my friends stopped talking to me, and my family looks at me like I'm crazy. Only if they would understand. I've been getting help for three months. It's getting a little bit better, but I'm still fighting every day to get better. I can't give up. I still think there's hope. God bless all of us.
I do not know how, in God's name, this is not higher on this list. I have suffered with this for about 4 years, and all I can tell you is I equate it to living in hell. I believe it to be right next to Schizophrenia, if not worse, because nothing can help this disorder. Your entire perspective of life is totally changed. I don't even know what it feels like to feel normal or real because I have no memory of those times.
Sometimes I wake up and look around, and I cannot believe what I am seeing. I freak out and have a panic attack. This disorder has caused me 2-3 panic attacks a day. I feel like my heart constantly stops, and I am always in fear for my life. Nothing helps, and I believe I will be stuck like this forever.
It's a nightmare. It's like extreme paranoia. Constantly scared of things such as death, which only increases because it's also a fear of the panic attacks themselves. I'll check my pulse randomly, and I'll have a hard time breathing. I often fear I'll have a heart attack because of it. The physical parts of it are the worst.
Panic attacks are dreadful. After they started occurring more frequently (4+ panic attacks a day, starting right after waking up), I began having suicidal thoughts. It feels like you're becoming crazy, losing control. Sometimes, I was sure I was dying. I couldn't leave the house anymore. I was so afraid of having an attack while doing grocery shopping or just taking a stroll.
I had panic attacks in the past, and I'm afraid to be the center of attention. I want to, but I'm scared to feel the attacks. I think I might die, etc.
I think my great grandma had this. She asked my name and age like a million times. I was young when I visited her, and I knew she was old, but I still found it so strange.
My great uncle has Alzheimer's and is in his last stages. Whenever my cousin walked in, he couldn't remember his name, but he knew he liked horses, so he would imitate a horse to make him happy. I can't sleep at night thinking about him, how much life experience he's losing, all the moments he had with us are just fading away. I hate Alzheimer's more than anything in the world. I'm spending as much time with him as I can and donating to the cause as much as I can to combat this hellspawned condition.
How is this not number 1? People slowly lose their memory and cognitive ability and die within 3 to 20 years. This disorder literally makes your brain wither away.
Mine was induced by high levels of stress due to a lot of emotionally heavy events in a short time period. I had to juggle my emotions while putting on a brave face for my friend who was battling suicide. I kept having these moments where everything would grey out, and I'd see my friend dead in front of me.
Why isn't this higher? It's basically Schizophrenia and Depression put together, but worse.
It's the worst. This illness doesn't harm the paranoid person but instead affects their close relatives. The paranoid person feels fine and safe as long as he or she finds a victim to exploit and destroy due to their sick, miserable thoughts. Paranoid personality is bad. It's a mental crime against others. Due to the lack of physical proof, the paranoid can safely continue with the mental crimes they inflict upon others.
Having this disorder can screw up your life. With it, your paranoia can cause you to lose family members, friends, girlfriends, jobs, and so many other things. And FYI, it's not the same as Paranoid Schizophrenia. It doesn't make you hallucinate, only delusions. And they're enough to mess up your life.
This disorder destroys the family. It becomes impossible to live with as the disordered person seeks to destroy their spouse for no reason apart from the incorrect paranoid thoughts in their head, which they believe are real and no persuasion or proof will change their minds.