Anxiety Attack Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

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.

Anxiety was so high, that I was on the verge of hyperventilating. My body was visibly shaking out of fear at this point. I just hope he doesn't notice it, but if he does. I was ready to dash if needed. My hand clenched into fist trying to gain control. It did work to a certain level but not fully. I was just struggling to get control over my body when a hand grabbed my clothes tit, kneading it. I gasped loudly. I didn't mean to gasp, but I was caught off guard by the inappropriate gesture.

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.

Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly, and I'm experiencing it right now. My legs are shaking, my lips are quivering and my hands are trembling while having a hard time to breath. I'm having a panic attack due to trauma and although I can hear Vicenzo keep on cursing in frustration while calling my name, still I couldn't find the courage to calm down. What if they successfully haunt me? What if they wouldn't miss anything and they will surely kill me on their next attempt? What will happen to me? I don't even know who's our enemy...

Why it's so difficult to control the anxiety. Xavier looked at me confused may be thinking why I am shaking so much but I can't blame him, he has no idea about my medical history. He took the bottle from my hand held it for me to drink. He must be thinking that I am shaken due to incident. Well he is not wrong but what he doesn't know that I can't stop this without medicines and forgot my purse in that washroom. I drank the water and he placed it aside. "M_My p_purse is there..."

I thought that I would be able to fight my phobia alone but now the situation seems different. Anxiety started hitting me as the plane picked up its speed. Low whimpers were passing my lips and my palms were curled in tight fists, the hold was so strong that my knuckles turned white and nails were piercing my skin. My breaths were coming out shallow and my head was spinning. I was doing everything in my control to fight with my fear but I couldn't stop my body from shaking like a leaf. "Are you Ok?" A very soft voice reached my ear and a palm covered my fist.