Novel & Cerita Anxiety Attack Shaking Uncontrollably

My hands tremble horribly, and they won't seem to stop. Stop Ella, this is pathetic! No matter how I tell myself, my panic won't subside. Anxiety coursing through my bloodstream. I can't breathe, the air that I try to take in won't reach my lungs. I grip the sink, closing my blurry eyes. In my head, I count to ten. One, two,...seven,... ten. After, I open my eyes back up, my vision somewhat clearing. My hands are still trembling but that's not something I can control. I need to go home, I can't be here any longer. There's no way I'm risking that happening again and someone seeing it.

I could feel my spine shake like a pair of unwanted shackles as my stomach involuntarily contracted and left me doubled over in pain. I can’t be sure that this is an underlying side effect from my near death or just the entirety of my anxiety but there is no questioning that this all relates to my current state with Alan.

I'm pacing back and forth in my small, stuffy room, feeling the walls close in around me. I'm starting to go stir-crazy, and I can feel my anxiety rising. My breath is coming in short, shallow gasps, and I can't seem to calm down. I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my grip on reality, and I'm not sure how much longer I can take this.

she asked quietly, still not making eye contact with me. I could see she was trying to get control over her fear and anxiety. Her heart was racing, and the adrenaline rush she was currently experiencing had her fight-or-flight instincts trying to take her over completely. I looked at her hands, and noticed they were shaking, and I felt my heart pang. She was terrified that I was going to hurt her just like her father and her brother had. She really was that afraid of me.

My heart starts thudding through my stomach and I begin to physically shake. I have literally no idea how he’s going to react at all and I’m tense with nerves, I think I may throw up. I’m hot and unwell from the sheer stress of the last twelve hours and I’m pretty sure I may pass out before the hour is done. All my strength saps away and I’m left feeling weak and shaky as I tentatively proceed.

It was never going to be easy with him. I reached my hands up to my neck beginning to panic as I tried to breathe but it was coming out short as if Chris’s hands were still holding me and my mind was jumping to so many conclusions that I wasn’t sure which to believe or which thought was just overbearing. My hands were shaking as I'm trying to grab my phone again and call my dad but still no answer. This anxious feeling that’s overpowering me has me shaking and it took a lot longer for it to pass than I needed to find a new solution. I need to get away so he can’t get me; I began to think.

Ken struggled to steady his breathing, clutching his chest as the panic attack gripped him. His vision blurred, and he felt like he was suffocating. "It's okay, it's okay," he whispered to himself, rocking slightly on the spot, trying to calm down. He repeated the words like a mantra, but they did little to soothe him.

The memories of what he had done to me and my family came flooding back, and I could not stop the disgust from showing. I tried to keep my composure, but my hands were shaking so badly that I had to grip the edge of the table to steady myself. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, and my heart was racing so fast that I thought it might explode. I knew I had to get out of there before I got a panic attack, but I did not want to show any weakness before Calvin. I took a deep breath and tried to sound confident. "I think it is best if you leave now," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I do not want anything to do with you."

Bile rose and her hand shook so badly that she dropped the fork, the noisy clang startling in the silence. She knew her face had drained of blood. She was utterly paralyzed and she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t force much-needed air into her lungs. Her chest constricted tighter and tighter and her throat followed suit until she was well into a full-blown anxiety attack. Perspiration beaded her forehead and upper lip. The desire to flee, to run as fast as she was able and to get as far away from this place as possible seized her. But she couldn’t make her legs obey. Couldn’t even manage the simple act of breathing, much less acting on her desire to get away.