Trigger Warning: mental disorders, hallucinations, drug use, suicide, and non-consensual sex.


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Voices

Whispering

"Where did you get that?" Master Qui-Gon asked, looking at the set of pills in his apprentice's hand.

"It's from the infirmary, here's the form." And the Head Healer's and Master Yoda's signature was enough proof for the Jedi master to believe his new apprentice. "They're to help me sleep."

There were five of them in the boy's hand, two were perfectly circular (light peach and white), two were shaped like capsules (both white), and the last one was spherical. Qui-Gon was sure that if a master took an apprentice, they would receive the apprentice's medical files - which usually included allergies, medical history, history of diseases with relatives, and current condition and if there was medication needed. Maybe this was new? Considering Obi-Wan's list of allergies, Qui-Gon shouldn't have been surprised.

"There are notes about intake here too."

Qui-Gon took the prescription.

All of the pills have to be taken daily, but one of them lowered the patient's bone marrow production so Obi-Wan needed a blood test every week - the side effect was that his white blood cell count lowered significantly which made him open to all sorts of infection.

As Qui-Gon read through the various instructions, his brow kept rising - three of them have a common side-effect: stiffness in muscles. The other two were to counter those side-effects.

Qui-Gon then turned to Obi-Wan, "do you even want to take them?"

The boy fidgeted, looking at the pills with an intent expression. Qui-Gon blinked, for a second there, he thought that... Never mind.

Obi-Wan sighed and took them all in at once.

Qui-Gon made a sound in alarm, and then Obi-Wan grabbed the glass of water he prepared, drank to help the pills down, and then coughed when a bit of water lodged in his throat.

Well, the older man was about to suggest that mediation would help, but there was something in Obi-Wan's eyes that looked desperate. His medical file did say he had a horrid case of insomnia for about a year, and Qui-Gon felt sorry that someone so young had to go through that.

It was rather sad that the Force could not help with conditions like these. "Well, if we follow this regularly, you'd get back lost sleep."

Obi-Wan smiled, tiredly, "I hope so."


Xanatos was curious, the Jedi Council has been doing a lot of Master-Apprentice matchmaking this lately.

(Not exactly, it was more of a matter on who was involved in the matchmaking.)

Bandomeer had the AgriCorps, and Qui-Gon and the prospective initiate were going there. Why not use this opportunity to mess with the Council and his good ol' Master?

It wasn't hard to isolate the boy and end up with some time alone with him. Also, the boy's name was Obi-Wan.

Huh, the Temple's bedside manners probably lacked a great deal during Xanatos's absence. Obi-Wan Kenobi had dark circles beneath his eyes, his hands were clasped together but they were twitching involuntarily, and the boy was curled into himself into a foetal position - his knees up to his chests while he rocked himself with the balls of his feet. Obi-Wan's gaze locked on to Xanatos, but they darted around the interior of his office in suspicion and fear, and yet his expression had a strange blankness to it. His lips formed words, and Xanatos could hear a few distinct ones, but none of them made sense at all. The boy was definitely out of it.

Kenobi looked pathetic, Xanatos admitted reluctantly. It would have been fun if Kenobi looked at him in defiance, concealing his fear by pretending to be a proud Jedi, but he looked more like a cornered animal than a budding Knight. On the other hand, Xanatos had a feeling that what he was looking at was exactly he thought it to be.

Xanatos may like to think himself ruthless, but he's not that heartless. There were things beyond the Force's reach, and this... condition was definitely a nightmare for Kenobi.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Xanatos said in a calming tone, glad that his charisma and silver tongue were just effective, and he wasn't surprised if the boy regarded him with more suspicion. However, it got Kenobi to listen, instead of blocking him out.

"See?" He took off his midnight blue cloak, showing that his only weapon was the sabre, and he didn't mourn the loss of the blade when he put it on top of his cloak. Still, the initiate looked unconvinced, closing into himself (but Xanatos wasn't fooled, Kenobi would spring like a frightened nexu, snarling and spitting and clawing, when Xanatos closed the distance at the current state Kenobi was in) and refused to let his gaze wander off from the fallen Jedi.

The cloak with the sabre was kicked at the far side of the room, away from both occupants. Can't have giving Kenobi a weapon, after all.

"Is this another test that I'm going to fail?" Obi-Wan asked with narrowed eyes, and Xanatos would have applauded at the bite in Kenobi's voice if he wasn't shaking like a leaf. "Are you like Bruck? You don't want me to be a Jedi too?"

"I don't care about that," Xanatos said. "I just want to help."

True enough. Kenobi was in no state to be wandering around in Bandomeer, and Xanatos had a feeling that AgriCorps won't provide the help the boy actually needed.

"Shut up!" Obi-Wan hissed, glaring. "You're lying!"

As much as Xanatos honestly hated doing something like this, it had to be done.

Obi-Wan's condition was a long term one, better get the papers ready then.

This was already a good investment for his vengeance against Qui-Gon.

"Say, Obi-Wan, do you want the bad voices to go away?"


Obi-Wan Kenobi was the kind of apprentice that easily got ill (no thanks to those pills) and he was also the type that ended up with more injuries than anyone can account for (again, pills).

He sometimes stopped the intake of the one that lowered his WBC count, but Qui-Gon could see that it made Obi-Wan anxious for some reason.

Lethargy being a side-effect was no surprise, but Obi-Wan's metabolism went haywire. According to his files, he can eat enough to feed a small army, but he rarely put on weight. This time though, he needed to exercise twice as much because his body can't burn whatever he ate (even it was just a quarter of what Obi-Wan usually had, and the lessened volume met less than forty percent of how much nutrition Obi-Wan needed) and Obi-Wan 'didn't want to get fat'.

It was really worrying, because Obi-Wan ended up malnourished, and his pills increased (now including supplements, vitamins, calcium, the whole nine yards) because of it.

Qui-Gon wondered just when did Obi-Wan had the time for checkups? Because he had been monitoring the teen since they arrived in Coruscant.

(No missions just yet at the first two weeks, but Obi-Wan's lethargy and diminished immune system turned two weeks into three months and the lack of improvement turned it into a whole year, and for some reason, the Healers were giving Qui-Gon plenty of disapproving gazes when they see Obi-Wan. Shouldn't they know about the side-effects too?)

It was around the fourth month, practising sabre forms in the training areas when Qui-Gon noticed something was wrong.

Only a few people used this training salle at this time of the day, but word and rumours did spread fast after that.

Obi-Wan woke up groggy and lethargic (surprise, surprise), obviously lacking the motivation to train. Motivation to make breakfast, leave their shared flat, wake up even. Still, Qui-Gon sent him reassurances using the Force, calling the calming waves and warmth to envelope the boy's mind.

That should have been Qui-Gon's first red flag.

Obi-Wan visibly stiffened, the beginnings of an exhausted smile on his face turned blank, and Qui-Gon noticed his right hand twitch at the corner of his vision. Then, mental shields rose, and Qui-Gon blanched at the suddenness of their existence, and the intensity of how strong he was shoved away from Obi-Wan.

"Is there something wrong?" Qui-Gon asked, holding his tongue, just so he didn't end up scolding the boy with his misuse of the Force.

Nothing, I'm fine," said Obi-Wan's monotonous voice. A shudder ran down Qui-Gon's spine.

Well, if Obi-Wan wanted his privacy then... That doesn't mean this was over though.

They ate, but it was a lot more like Obi-Wan playing with his food. Qui-Gon cleared his throat, and he raised a brow when his Padawan almost jumped off his seat in surprise.

Obi-Wan took two bites before he headed to the fresher to take his pills. Ten minutes later, Qui-Gon was helping Obi-Wan through meditation, eyes closed and cross legged in the parlour floor.

"Peace," Qui-Gon said, reaching out to Obi-Wan through the training bond, and he frowned when he met an impenetrable wall. Not exactly impenetrable, as Obi-Wan didn't realise the tiny cracks, but the will and power behind the wall was impressive nonetheless.

Still Qui-Gon reached out, easily slipping through the cracks and-

-murmuring, voices distinct as if underwater, there was no coherence and it was all a jumble of familiar and unfamiliar voices muttering all at once, monotonous and dull, yet an underlying current of fear flowed and it was everywhere andtheywereouttogethimandpleaseshutupgoawayamireallyworthlessbecauseMasterQui-Gonwon'tlookatmeintheeyeandmystomachisachingandI'mhungrybutwe'remeditatingwhat'sBantdoingightnowGarenisagood-

"GET OUT!"

And reality slammed back into Qui-Gon and he almost jumped from his position.

That should have been the second warning.

"Obi-Wan!" The boy was staring, seemingly unaware of what lurked within his own mind. Qui-Gon knew that one of the Order's tenets was to show no anger or fear, but Obi-Wan was just a boy, thus an exception. Even then, shouldn't something like that terrify him?

"Are we finished, Master?" Qui-Gon would have scolded Obi-Wan for the disrespectful wording, but the whole day felt like a disaster right from the beginning, so he let it go.

So, Qui-Gon took the calm approach.

"We are, and we could move on to our next order of activity- training sabre forms. We've already progressed to the second kata." If Obi-Wan wasn't always ill, they would studying the fourth kata by now.

Obi-Wan looked out of it as they walked through the halls, gaze darting around the walls and floors. He spoke little and he remained uncannily expressionless. The air around him buzzed with a strange tension, and the mental image of flies feasting on rotting flesh came into mind.

Qui-Gon sighed, because Master Yoda said that Obi-Wan would be a balm to his wounds, not infection to fester the flesh. At times like these, Obi-Wan was exactly that.

There was little fanfare in their arrival in the salle, and Obi-Wan took twice the time to finish his warmups.

The third red flag was this:

"Who was that?" Obi-Wan asked suddenly, sabre raised high in mid-swing, he glanced around the salle, and then met Qui-Gon's questioning gaze.

"Something wrong?"

Obi-Wan shook his head, "I thought that... Never mind."

So they went on. Qui-Gon releasing his frustrations to the Force every now and then, since Obi-Wan had the tendency to twitch when moving. Then there were the short... pauses, where he would suddenly stop all of the sudden, searching for... something, before continuing.

Two hours before they have to depart for lunch, Qui-Gon heaved a deep breath and ordered Obi-Wan to stop.

"We still have an hour to go?" was Obi-Wan's way of asking for the early stop.

"Well, it's pretty obvious that you don't seem to have the energy to train, or the focus," Qui-Gon began. "You've been distracted before we began, so it would be better if we rest instead."

"Why?" Obi-Wan pressed.

No more coddling, Qui-Gon supposed. "The traits that make you a valuable Knight, a Jedi, which are focus, calm, and will... they are on need of development in your case, Obi-Wan."

"So I'm no good then?" Obi-Wan accused, eyes narrowed.

Qui-Gon took a deep breath. "No, I did not say that. What I said is that you need to learn how to focus better, amongst other things."

"But that's what you meant, didn't you? I'm no good to become a Jedi, and I'm worse than your last Padawan!" Obi-Wan continued, voice rising.

"No, Padawan mine, I was only pointing out traits that can be improved. You have the potential to become one of the greatest Knights the Order will see, we just need to tap that potential."

"You're lying!" Qui-Gon could feel his brows furrow in frustration. "You're just like him, them! You're just saying that!"

"Alright, Obi-Wan, why do you think I'm lying?" The buzzing around Obi-Wan intensified, and Qui-Gon could feel the fear emanating from the boy in palpable waves. It was a strange sort of fear, almost crippling in its intensity, it was the same kind of fear a wounded animal projected before they realised they were about to die.

"You're all lying, and you're just pretending to help me because Master Yoda will make you leave the Order, but you'll leave me when someone better comes along or when you can't be kicked out!"

"Obi-Wan, you and I both know that's not true, just where did you get these ideas?"

The answer was quick.

"In Bandomeer, you just took me as your apprentice because you want to prove to Xanatos that I'll turn out better because he said you'll ruin me! And you didn't want me the first time, but Master Yoda made you, but all of you are thinking the same!"

Obi-Wan was stepping backward hugging himself and trembling. His eyes now shone with fear so openly, and his lips quivered as he talked.

"Look, I'm just trying to help." Qui-Gon felt out of his depth, confused what set off his apprentice to accuse him of these things. Granted, Qui-Gon didn't want Obi-Wan as an apprentice at first, but he already made it clear that it was on the past. The potential of their training bond was unmistakably there, and the Living Force had guided him to the boy - the boy knew or too. Just what was happening?

"Alright, why don't you open up the training bond to see what I really feel?" Qui-Gon suggested gently, if Obi-Wan's eyes weren't already wide, they would have grown wider.

"You're just using the training bond make me think that! But you can't fool me!" The other occupants were looking towards them, their activities forgotten as they watched in morbid curiosity.

Qui-Gon glanced around, more worried than embarrassed and Obi-Wan's behaviour. This was the first time it happened. Was the pressure too much on Obi-Wan? Or...

Was this a side-effect he didn't about from those pills?

"Alright, maybe that's true, but-"

"You haven't taken your pills for today, Obi-Wan."


"Someone's here," Obi-Wan said, pulling Reeft and Bant inside an empty classroom, glancing back at the shadow at the hall one last time before going in." It might be Bruck."

"I didn't sense anyone." Bant was frowning, peering at the door. Reeft nodded in agreement.

A month before his thirteenth birthday, and Obi-Wan felt like he's losing his mind.

Garen and Bant always told him to go to the healers or get some sleep, since he jumped at the barest hint of a shadow. It was becoming rather common for him to watch out for Bruck wherever he went, hiding away wherever he can at the slightest hint of the bully's presence. It was one of those times, when he thought Bruck was out to antagonise him so he avoided it by hiding.

"What if it isn't Bruck?" Reeft asked, tapping his foot. He and Bant exchanged worried glances when the boy pulled her away from the door and barred it with his back.

"You don't know that," Obi-Wan stressed, his tone dull (probably trying to hide his emotions using the Force), but Bant and Reeft can sense his fear.

Master Drallig, Master Yoda, Garen, Bant, Reeft - even Bruck, sometimes - can see that Obi-Wan's impending birthday put him under so much stress to the point that it was obvious that he probably slept less than an hour everyday. The dark circles under his eyes looked more like mottled bruises, and Obi-Wan's skin was sickly and pale that made his freckles look some sort of disease.

"Bruck has been giving you some slack, he can't be that bad," Bant pressed on. It was true. There was no joy in beating down someone that didn't fought back, or in Obi-Wan's case, hid away like a wounded animal.

"That's what you think!" Obi-Wan snarled, and his eyes widened when he realised that both his friends jumped back and away from him in terror and surprise. He took a deep breath and tried to smile reassuringly. "I'm sorry, but you know Bruck. Just when you thought he's giving you peace, he's actually planning something."

"Um… I know that Bruck wants to be a Knight before you, but I don't think he'd do something… that extreme, especially at the state you're in." Reeft tried to smile back reassuringly.

"Yeah, he looks like he's sorry for you too," Bant added, remembering that the other boy tried giving Obi-Wan a get-well card, but decided not to in the end. The bully tried having Garen give it to Obi-Wan, then Reeft, and then Bant, but they all told him to give it to Obi-Wan himself so that the boy would know how sincere he was.

Looking at Obi-Wan right now, that seemed like a bad idea.

"He's a good manipulator," Obi-Wan said in defiance. "He just has the Knights' and the Council wrapped around his finger, but he can't fool me."

Bant bit her lip, glancing toward the door and to Reeft, wondering if the other boy had a plan. Reeft looked just as confused as she did.

"Okay, but-"

"Shh! He's here!" And Obi-Wan pressed an ear to the door, huddled close. "He's talking to Aalto…. They're planning something."

There was no one outside.


"So, I'm crazy then," Obi-Wan's voice was heavy with lethargy, and Qui-Gon could feel his heart sink with despair.

The Dark Side of the Force was powerful and insidious. It planted seeds of doubt in the hearts and minds of those that touched It, and they bloomed when left to fester. The Dark Side twisted and reshaped the individual into something horrid - something abominable - and everything that was once good and Light were washed away by Its Evil.

This, was not the Dark Side.

"Not exactly," Xanatos patted the boy, sitting next to him, the bed dipped beneath the older man's weight. "The chemicals in your brain are going haywire, secreting hormones and other neurotransmitters. The pills can't cure you, but it helps you cope."

Qui-Gon suppressed the desire to punch the Fallen Jedi senseless. It was no wonder that what happened after Bandomeer was too good to be true.

Imagine Qui-Gon's surprise when Xanatos himself disarmed the bomb that would have blown the planet into smithereens, out of 'goodwill' or so he said. Pushing Obi-Wan to Qui-Gon after he… did something with the boy, giving him this… this… disease.

"They… the voices, they said they were poison," Obi-Wan pleaded, eyes half-lidded with the after effects of drugs.

"When you take too much, but they're there to help."

Qui-Gon glared at his ex-apprentice, who gave him a smile (Qui-Gon had to do a double-take, was there… sadness there?) instead.

"Are they still bothering you? The voices?"

Obi-Wan shook his head.

"That's good. Remember, everyone in the Temple wants to help, and look here…." Xanatos picked something from the dresser next to the medbed. "It's from that boy, Chun. He's not actually going to hurt you, isn't he?"

It was a card, and Obi-Wan tried making himself small in his bed. Tears of guilt were already forming in his eyes, and he wiped them with his free hand.

"Sometimes, I don't know what's happening, and I'm just so… so… scared that everyone wants to hurt me, that everyone wants to see me fail so they can laugh at me… that everyone is pretending to be nice because they want to get me."

Xanatos smiled in sympathy. "It's okay. In fact, you have been pretty brave for the past year. Having to fight against your own mind like that - every day."

It must have been terrifying indeed, that the Force could not comfort Obi-Wan, that it was Obi-Wan's own mind that created these strange fears. The chemicals in his brain producing hormones turned dream into reality and reality into nightmares, the smallest hint of a shadow or a scratch in the wind amplified and morphed into a terror during the day. Why hadn't anyone noticed until it was too late? The idea of Jedi having to fight against their own mind, the element that the Force touched before it reached the soul… it was a different nightmare to immersing one's self to the Dark Side.

And the person who noticed it first and did something to help (albeit what he did was extremely unethical and was enough to revoke his medical license) was Xanatos, of all people.

"Well, an apology is in order." The Fallen Jedi stood up, and motioned for Qui-Gon to speak in private.

"First of all, I would like to discuss Obi-Wan's dietary habits…."


"Troubling news, this is," Master Yoda said gravely, nodding.

Master Yoda, Master Nu, and Master Dooku were all present in the high seats of the Council. At the center was Qui-Gon and his two (one former) apprentices, Obi-Wan and Xanatos.

"Perhaps… Obi-Wan's family are the best people to take care of him." Master Dooku looked at the boy in question, contemplative.

Obi-Wan's stare zeroed in on the aged Master, but his gaze snapped to Xanatos who suddenly laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you going to send him away just the neurotransmitters in his brain have problems?" Xanatos snapped.

"He could Fall at-"

"What about a psychopath then? If things were that simple, it would be easy to say that all psychopaths fall to the Dark Side, and everyone normal doesn't. How do you even define one anyway?"

"This is out of hand, Master Yoda-"

"Let the boy speak, Yan. Insight in his words, I sense," was the reply.

Xanatos took a deep breath, glancing towards his old master and then smiled assuringly at Obi-Wan.

It felt surreal, Qui-Gon thought to himself, to see his old apprentice who fell so deeply into greed and the Dark Side to be so… comforting. It reminded him of the old days - of the better days.

"If we are to understand what a psychopath is, in layman's terms: it's someone incapable of feeling empathy, remorse, and a good range of emotions. If you don't realise someone is a psychopath until later on, would you have him leave the Order? Even if, say… he killed a Sith, never touched the Dark Side - or if he did, it was fleeting and he never touched it ever again - that until the end of his life, he served the Order even if he was incapable of empathy."

Master Yoda looked contemplative, and Master Qui-Gon looked… unsure at the blatant display of disrespect on Xanatos's part.

"Ah, a strange situation indeed, there is no right or wrong answer to that, does it not? Hmm?"

"Still, the intentions may have no basis on what is right or wrong, what matters is that this… 'hypothetical' Jedi touched the Dark Side. It's enough to warrant him to be branded as Fallen Jedi."

"But does that define him? Sure, maybe it does… and people like him are extremely dangerous, but you would be throwing away what he did to contribute, won't you? He didn't hurt anyone innocent, he didn't raise his sabre unless it was in self-defense, hell - the only manipulations he probably did were to ensure his missions were successful without hurting anyone or to protect others even if he could not empathise with them."

Now, Qui-Gon had to look at Xanatos curiously. Was that the case? If so… Xanatos really seemed so….

Master Yoda stroked his chin. "Interesting case you raise, young Xanatos. Capacity to hurt he had, yet hurt he did not. Injustice indeed, it would be, to treat him as a villain."

"But Master! The boy's mind is his own enemy, surely it would be dangerous for the others-"

"Was it because he was born with something he didn't want?" Xanatos snapped, enraged. "If it was a kindhearted Hutt that has to become a Jedi, will you deny him? Just because Hutts are notorious for having criminal histories? Will you treat a Wookiee like an animal just because they sound like one?"

Then he turned to Master Yoda. "What about those twi'leks always sent to missions where they have to pose as dancers, strippers, hookers…. Is it because their history and culture as sexual species mean that that's the only thing they're capable of?"

"Xanatos, if I may…," Qui-Gon started gently, feeling that the situation was going out of hand. His past apprentice burned with a strange passion, there was anger and rage there, but….

The Dark Side was probably the last thing Xanatos was immersing himself into.

"No look. If someone is angry because they are hurt over and over again, it's not the Dark Side, it's a normal reaction because you have the right not to be hurt if you don't deserve it! If someone is angered because someone they love was killed in front of them, I don't think having a tea party would be the first thing that comes into mind! Sure, the favour was attempted to be returned, but bloody Sithing Hells, a little bit of closure would have been sodding wonderful!"

There was an eerie silence in the Council Chambers, one Xanatos Onasi panting for breath, white-hot with fury. Obi-Wan seemed to have shrunk into himself, a little terrified at the display of anger Xanatos showed.

A few deep breaths later, he sighed and brushed back the hair that fell in front of his face. "I… wow, I needed that."

Albeit a little bewildering, it did look it gave Xanatos peace of mind. However, there was another issue at hand.

"So, just because Obi-Wan is schizophrenic… that doesn't mean he'll be violent, harmful, or inherently evil. And here I thought it was the duty of a Jedi to help those that need it and… I don't know… not discriminate?"

"Hmmm…." At the very least, Master Dooku looked rather… contemplative, which was a good sign in Qui-Gon's books.

Never had he thought that he would be glad to see Xanatos again.

"To go away, Obi-Wan was never meant to. His eating conditions, my primary concerns were."

"What is wrong with yo- wait what?"

"Stay, Obi-Wan Kenobi has always meant to be. Leave, an option, it never was."

To say that Obi-Wan's smile was blinding was an understatement.


Obi-Wan fiddled with the hem of his robe, one foot kicking a bit of the corner of the leg of the wooden chair he sat on, he was slouching and had his gaze on the floor. Xanatos sat parallel to him, hunched as well and hands on his lap, trying to meet Obi-Wan's eyes.

"How long have you had trouble sleeping?" Xanatos began, trying to smile as comfortingly as possible.

The boy was biting his lip, glancing to his side every now and then, as if expecting someone to jump him from behind. It didn't surprise Xanatos.

"Are they out there?" Obi-Wan asked instead, finally establishing eye-contact.

"You can check if you want. If there's someone, I'd see to it that they leave."

Obi-Wan looked assured - a good sign. He fidgeted in his seat, and then relaxed, leaning. Discreetly, Xanatos straightened, and relaxed on his chair as well.

"Almost a year ago, I think…," Obi-Wan answered, eyes darting to the side before reestablishing eye-contact. "And it was hard to concentrate, I mean…. Sometimes while practising sabre forms, I'd think about what would be for lunch, and then I remember that Reeft has strawberry allergies. Well, it's really bad, because he looked like he really wants to eat them when they're served, and he actually bought a hypo with him just so he can taste what they're like."

Xanatos tried reading Obi-Wan's expression, the inflection in his voice. Damn, it was difficult, the story sounded funny, but it was hard to tell if Obi-Wan thought it was humourous or worrying. Xanatos settled for something in the middle - he remained neutral.

"Oh? Xanatos pressed, encouraging. "That must have been the… experience."

Finally, Obi-Wan cracked a smile. "Yeah! Master Che had been so mad that she had the cooks ban Reeft from having chocolate!"

And Xanatos, seeing the genuine smile grace Obi-Wan Kenobi's face, felt higher than a kite.


Notes: I'm not sorry for the long list of warnings. It's something important and everyone should be aware of. Even if other people say that 'mental disorders are just excuses for etc, etc', it's better if you consult professionals instead. Why?

Even if people say it's just a 'money scam' or some other shit like that…. I'm pretty sure that the thousands, if not - millions, of cases of people having or knowing people that have Schizophrenia, both spectrums of the Bipolar Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Anxiety, Clinical Depression… would like to have a word with you.

Articles that say that every year, more cases of people having mental disorders are reported… THEY DO NOT MEAN THAT MODERN TECHNOLOGY, MEDICINE, AND WHAT EVER BULL SHIT LOGIC THEY SPEW FROM THEIR MOUTHS: CAUSE MENTAL DISORDERS!

It means, people are becoming aware of the signs and how to get help. If not, we're all probably just going to relieve through the witch trials again.

There are various theorised factors that cause mental disorders, with history of mental disease in the family a considerable element, IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT MANY CERTIFIED MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONALS HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY ARE DOING.

Those cases of psychologists being the reason why a patient died: THEIR PRACTISE WAS UNETHICAL AND IT WOULD (IF IT ALREADY DIDN'T) CAUSE THE LOSS OF THEIR LICENSE TO DO THEIR PRACTISE. WHAT THEY HAD DONE ARE VIOLATIONS OF THEIR HIPPOCRATIC OATH, AND IF SEVERE ENOUGH - CAN BE CONSIDERED AS CRIMINAL OFFENSE.

So, to my readers…. If you're going to get help from mental health professionals, make sure you get help from somewhere reliable. Preferably an institution that have public documents of their cases (or reliable documents that referenced them, or conducted an article about/with them). If you're not sure, how to, Google is your friend.

Again, all mistakes are mine since this was not beta-read.