Anime Anxiety Novels & Stories

I drew in a deep breath, reminding myself to carefully word my words to get his sympathy. I wasn’t a good actress but I tried to put on a gloomy and frightened face as I moved onto the next part of my act but it wasn’t difficult considering some fragments of my carefully fabricated lies were true. “I promise, It wasn’t intentional and I’d never do that again. And if you want to punish me for it, I’d be willing to take that but sweeping it under the carpet like it never happened is only worsening my anxiety disorder and giving me sleepless nights, coupled with my already terrible nightmares,”

As I toss the peeler in the sink, I mentally wrap the past hour up in a ball, throw it in a dark closet in the recesses of my mind, and lock the door. When I was younger, I daydreamed about a house with hundreds of rooms, but now my brain is a hallway with a bunch of locked and barricaded doors. I don’t think I’m any different than most folks. That’s just life and growing up. You’ve got to keep going however you can, and you’ve got to be pragmatic. “Did you ask Liam to borrow the truck?” Annie interrupts me again. Her anxiety is working overtime today. She gets this way when her routine is going to change. She hates it, but she can’t chill out, either.

🥹💕 I won't be updating for the next two days because my doctor has advised me to get some proper rest. Many of you may not know this, but I'm someone who puts a lot of pressure on myself. I'm a perfectionist, and I spend hours making sure every chapter is as good as I can possibly make it before posting. Sometimes I overthink every scene, every dialogue, and every emotion because I want to give you the best story I can. There's also something personal I'd like to share. I struggle with anxiety disorder. 💔 Honestly, I never thought I'd say that out loud, but here I am.

I sigh heavily at that, already envisioning the future trauma that comes with telling me mom about us. But I have had enough, It gave me anxiety because I've always been the good child, nodding at all my mother's orders and instructions and holding on to my pent up anger and sensitive emotions that I have no healthy way of letting it out. “I don't want you anywhere near him Ana.” Max says not convinced. “I don't either but six months will be over before we all even realize.” I say knowing myself that was not true, I'm already tired of seeing Ryan's face but face but my deep fear and anxiety is what is stopping me

I say, my voice serious. He just laughs at me. “An anxiety disorder? A mental illness? Sissies make those up terms so they can have an excuse for why they’re so inadequate.” With that, he pushes himself to his feet. I do too, blocking the door with my body. “It’s not for sissies – it’s an important aspect of your health –“ “Fay,” he says, angry with me, pressing his hand flat against the door so that I’m trapped between him and the exit. “Do you know what would happen to me in this world, if word ever got out that I have some kind weakness in my mind?”

I decide to break it. “Something has been on my mind for a while now.” “What is that?” she asks enthusiastically. It seems like she has also been uncomfortable with the silence. “It is about the foundation. Why? Why do you do it?” “I don’t know. I just feel somebody has to.'' She takes a brief pause and then continues. “I have suffered with anxiety issues my whole life. Ever since I was diagnosed nobody has quite understood what I go through, everyone just assumes it is something you can get over from quite easily. Like my father always says ‘just put yourself together it is embarrassing.’”

It wasn't noticeable when she stood still, but it was obvious when she limped with every step. Cameron tilted her head and stared at Annie's intact leg, and her eyebrows raised in an unconcerned manner. Cade happened to turn his head just in time to witness her attitude, prompting him to frown. "What are you planning now?" Cameron had never bothered to conceal her malice from him. "People with mental illness often have many issues. For example, I don't like asymmetrical things. It's fine if I don't see it. But if I do, it gives me the ick. I just want to set things straight."

/They are all the same! Everyone wants us for our abilities! None of them genuinely care for us! None of them genuinely care for our well-being!/ The frenzied voice inside my head keeps barking and spitting its venom all over my mind while I absently step into the bathtub. I mostly try to ignore it and wash myself as fast as possible. I didn't need it to grow even more anxious to be separated. The anxiety was deeply rooted within myself right now and it was not helping.