Anxiety Attack Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

A surge of energy, thick and terrifying, suddenly consumed me, moving through me, causing me to shake uncontrollably. “Azriel…” I called out to him to help me like I had the right, but then I noticed he also started shaking uncontrollably. “What the hell is happening now?” His voice came out in stutters, too shaken to speak coherently. “I don't…I don't know…this isn't part of the symptoms…I've never heard of such a thing before…” As I spoke, whatever was moving through me moved through my body, all the way to my throat and out of my mouth.

The anxiety attack crested hard and fast—years of pressure, loss, love, and fear all crashing together in one public, humiliating wave. Callan was moving before I even realized I was falling apart. He crossed the stage in three strides and caught me as my knees buckled. His arms went around me, shielding me from the cameras as much as he could. One hand found the back of my neck immediately—firm, grounding, possessive. “I’ve got you,” he whispered fiercely against my ear. “Breathe. Just breathe. I’m right here.”

I break down there and then. I feel as if all the oxygen in my body just got sucked up. I cannot breathe. Sweat starts beading down my forehead as I try to control how badly my hands are shaking at this point. I can feel tears threatening to fall, and finally, my eyes give in, and they fall down my cheeks. My mind is finding it hard to grasp my surroundings. I cannot tell what is happening or even hear anything past my heart, thundering and threatening to get out of my chest cavity. My chest is in pain as I struggle to get some water. It is getting harder and harder to breathe as if a vice is gripping me. I feel my body losing all its strength. Everyone notices I am having a panic attack and

Anxiety? "What's going on, Shana?" Lucas asked, his arm wrapped around me, pulling me close to him for support. My heart seemed to double its pace, and I forced my eyes open. The world was no longer a blurry chaos, but my trembling hands refused to stop shaking. I held my quivering hands out in front of me, bewildered and frightened. What was happening to me? "Look over there! Shana's acting weird again," a voice exclaimed from somewhere nearby, but it wasn't Lucas or James.

JAMES. “Chloe ,” I said with a trembling voice while holding her shaking body in my arms. She suddenly had a panic attack after looking at something on her phone. It had been 5 minutes and she’s still shaking. Each jerk of her body sending pangs to my chest. Why was she like this? I laid her on the bed and hugged her tightly, trailing soft kisses on her body and whispering sweet nothings into her ear to calm her down. It seemed to work as she had finally stopped shaking but was still unconscious with beads of sweat on her forehead.

I groaned, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. To my shock, my hands started trembling uncontrollably, even as I tried to clench them into fists. "What’s happening to me?" I muttered, confusion written all over my face as I stared at them, desperate to make it stop. Frustrated, I slammed my barely formed fist onto the desk. Only then did the shaking subside. I turned my attention to the papers scattered across the desk, hoping to distract myself, but her bruised face lingered in my mind.

Was I having an anxiety attack or disorder. Talk to someone, focus on an object and notice every detail about it. That's what the doctor said. But who would I talk to. My hands felt numb like a mannequin as I watched the light traffic, felt wind blow my hair and watched people hurry home. My breaths were now laboured and quick as if I had participated in some race. Why was I shaking. I wiggled my fingers to make sure I could still control them and run my hands through my pockets looking fir any razor or anything sharp. One small cut, no two and the whole lot of problems would go away and make me feel better.

My legs tremble uncontrollably. “Make it stop!” I howl. Tears stream down my face. Hot. Unstoppable. I looked at Drake again. Desperate. Confused. Afraid. “Drake… please…” My voice cracks. Barely there. ”you will be fine trust me” his hands held on tight to mine I can’t focus anymore. Everything is slipping. My body convulses again, harder. Stronger. Then, a sharp, tearing sensation rips through my chest. And I scream. Louder than before. Raw. Broken. Uncontrolled.

Her hands clenched, her nails pressing into her palms. Alex watched her carefully. “Sarah,” he said gently but seriously. “You’re shaking.” He stepped half a pace closer, without touching her. “Are you having anxiety? An anxiety attack?” Sarah swallowed. Her throat felt dry, her eyes burned. She wanted to say no, wanted to deny everything the way she always did. But her body betrayed her—the subtle tremors she couldn’t stop, the breaths that came too fast. She gave a small nod, almost imperceptible.

“No, that’s not possible…” Cynthia stood there, unmoving. Her expression didn’t change. Her eyes didn’t look away. She didn’t argue, she didn’t deny it. And in that moment— My whole body froze. My hands started shaking uncontrollably, and my heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. I struggled to breathe, each breath coming out uneven and shallow. My whole body trembled, weak and unsteady.