Anime Anxiety Novels & Stories

ANNIKA'S POV It was the longest five days of my life. Day by day, my anxiety grew and I couldn't even understand how I feel. I was scared. . .so damn scared that it made me sleepless. I haven't had enough sleep in the previous days. "Relax," Jade said. "How can I relax? I've been anxious. I am scared, Jade. There's a nagging voice inside my head that tells me to not get my hopes high," I stammered.

I don't even eat on my own when I am ill. "Can you bring me something to eat I am hungry" I can hear my stomach complaining to me. Summit smiled and got up to get me some food and probably some coffee too. With a knock, Ayan walked in and settled on the chair where Sumit was. He was wearing a maroon shirt with formal pants. His hair was messed in a good way which added more to his glory. Anam you are drooling stop it Ayan saw my pale face and his smile fell, he shifted and dragged his seat, and positioned it beside me. He had the same look as summit. He opened his mouth and closed it again. he was struggling with something.

Most of them work both outside and inside the pack. I enjoy watching the world go by but recently my mind has been preoccupied. I wanted to start working but my anxiety hit the roof every time I considered even looking at jobs. I had never had experience and the last thing I truly needed was for someone to ask me something and I freeze or I get touched and I lash out and maybe hit someone or bite them. According to G****e, those are very frowned upon and would mean I would get fired straight away. But the idea of staying at home and doing nothing but twiddling my thumbs is another crazy sign that I will in fact ... go crazy if I don't do anything.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s so hard to control the way I feel. I’m so scared. I feel like something terrible is going to happen. I feel like it’s hovering right above my head and will crash down on me at any second.” Essentially, that’s what anxiety is. “Nothing bad will happen because I won’t allow it,” she says firmly. “Everyone is looking forward to see the best version of yourself so at least try to look happy. You’re a Luna now. Your public image matters more than your feelings. You need to show these people that you’re no longer a slave. You’re in charge now. Don’t show them fear. That’ll be a terrible mistake. The worst you’ll ever make.”

It was going to be a tough battle of the mind and all Anna could do was help her save her soul from drowning in misery. “It’s okay Amaya. It’s just you and me here. Tell me, how you’re feeling?” Anna tries to press further. Amaya had been showing signs of anxiety disorder and was suffering from PTSD. Bottling up her emotions was going to kill her slowly from within. “I feel dirty,” Amaya drops the words slowly, her voice a little hoarse maybe from her recent screaming. She suddenly looks up to meet Anna’s gaze, her eyes holding so many mixed emotions like she was about to break down.

I lean forward in my chair, “Look, Group and therapy are not for everyone. Some can go through life having lived through trauma and never need the help of therapy or medication. They can cope better than others. That person can keep going like a normal person, get a job, get married, and even have kids. I don’t function that way. Most people don’t.” I laugh, “Not that my body allowed me to do anything. Anxiety for me manifests differently to some. Some start to breathe erratically and faint or zone out. Mine starts to make me sick in debilitating ways, headaches, nausea, among other things. My bosses thought I was a hypochondriac, but it was Anxiety. My body was attacking me, thinking I was

But not only that, there’s plenty of more negative feelings floating inside of me, I just don’t know how to name them. A few hours go by slowly and I'm still all alone in here losing my mind and making a hole in the floor with the way my feet jump up and down with anxiety, until someone comes and tells me Anya is starting to come out of the anestesia. "Can I go see her?" I ask, the nurse looks unsure. I groan and stand up to walk towards her with the intension of begging, but I think she gets intimidated by me because she takes a step back.

having no idea why she was getting irritated at this question, Shanaya shouted back before she could control herself. "Then tell me yourself what's wrong with you!" matching her voice, Vansh too yelled. "Do you want something bad to happen to me!! I said I am fine!!!" without realizing what she was saying, she kept on shouting but, something on Vansh's face must have given her the clue, for she closed her eyes at the regret of shouting at Vansh and cursed herself. She was failing to be normal, to be the usual one, and she feared she was giving away her fear and her anxiety.

"I am. Very embarrassed and nervous and shy and scared. I've never talked about it with someone. A-And I'm a little shaky—like my whole body right now is shaking. Um." Adam sits down with me on the edge on my bed. I feel his hand rubbing against my back, and I take a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry," I murmur. "My anxiety. It wasn't this blunt before when we talked." "There isn't anything to be anxious about. It's just me."

when I have a shitty relationship with my sister, but those two are in sync without even trying. I don’t want things to be weird between Logan and Owen. A sour feeling sinks heavily in my stomach. It’s one I’m all too familiar with. It starts as a slight stomach ache and ends with anxiety wrapping around me like an itchy sweater that clings to me, suffocating me, making my fingers tremble and my mind race. The only way I know how to shut it off is with a shot of something dark and strong. Not a healthy coping mechanism, I know. It’s been a while since I felt the all-consuming anxiety, and it was one of the things I swore I’d avoid when moving to Eastwood.