Anxiety Attack Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

She could see the tension etched into every line of his face, the sweat glistening on his forehead, and the trembling of his limbs as he struggled to maintain control. George's panic attack was palpable—a suffocating wave of anxiety that threatened to engulf him entirely. His breathing was ragged and uneven, each inhale a struggle against the invisible weight pressing down on his chest. His thoughts raced uncontrollably, a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty that left him feeling trapped and powerless. Sherly's presence brought a fleeting sense of relief to George, a beacon of light in the darkness of his despair. As she drew near and enveloped him in her embrace, he clung to her desperately,

Mishka read the few points he mentioned about her and marked the chapter number of the particular book. She took out the book of one of the bestsellers from his closet and opened the chapter he mentioned. Mishka read the ten points mentioned in the book and then turned the page of the diary to read Christian’s conclusion. “The initial signs of anxiety attack that could lead to nervous breakdown is, negative thoughts, body shivering, shortness of breathing, chest pain, heart palpitation, sweating. If a person doesn’t get these symptoms, even if they are deliberately being triggered. They have successfully recovered and could deal with the problem without getting overwhelmed to the point of an

I took a relieving breath, knowing that he won’t let Bay be a problem for us in the future. Ask anyone who struggles with anxiety and I think they will agree, those words – you are crazy – hurt more than anyone could understand. What I feel in the midst of anxiety attack is a loss of control of my emotions, my thoughts and my being. Every word that wants to come out cyclones into monstrous torrent of incoherent thoughts. Only few words comes clear through the chaotic garbled mess – so more than anyone else, I felt crazy. I just hate being reminded by people about how crazy I am.

she was starting to worry. He pulled back to look at her, he shook his head. "Tell me what you're feeling," she was concerned. He drew a long breath, his jaw clenched, he shook his head. He was vulnerable, she was seeing a different side of him, he loosened his grip, he didn't realize he was holding her too tightly.

Everything was fine until a plate slips from my hands and falls to the ground, shattering to pieces, the sharp sound undoubtedly triggering something in me. "Are you okay?!" Devon asks but his voice sounds so far away. I glance at my hands and note that they are already shaking, my breathing becoming ragged. Cold sweat breaks out all over my body, tears welling up in my eyes. No, no, no. Not here! Not in front of him!! I gasp in horror when I realize what this means. I am having a panic attack.

The room starts to fade out; I think I’m having a panic attack. “Luna? Are you okay?” I look up at Dylan but I can’t say a word my eyes starts to tear up, I can’t control myself as I start shaking, Dylan grabs my phone in an attempt to understand what happened, I try to stop him and fail before everything goes dark.

I saw someone who looked familiar which had me looking back to the same spot twice, only that the person wasn't there already. I clutched my chest and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath in to fight off my anxiety attack, yet it feels like the more I try to calm myself... the more it radiates. Why... Who was that?

My voice shakes. He takes a long minute of pause. I know he hates it when I talk about going apart. It angers him. And it does. I can feel my body grinding against his one as he tightens his grip around me. My body feels like jelly in his arms now as if it's gonna melt once he tightens it a bit more. How intense his action is! His jaw clenches and his eyes shake. "I won't," he says straight. That's what I was expecting. When a part of me— my toxic trait makes me feel happier, the sensible part of me screams out in anxiety.

ZARA POV "Oh my goodness... oh my goodness..." I whispered, my breath hitching in my throat. It felt like my rib cage was tightened tightly, and my heart was a frantic bird trying to escape it cage. My hands shook so violently, I could barely clench them. Panic attack. Here we go. A full-blown, rip-roaring, terror-inducing panic attack.

I felt like I was going to faint. “How big of a SLUT did I manage to raise?!” My mom shouted as she kicked the scattered papers on the floor. Tears were falling from my eyes, and I knew that my makeup was ruined. I couldn’t hear anything anymore, and I knew that I was having an anxiety attack. Everything was moving, and I heard a deep and demonic chuckle before I completely passed out.