Anxiety Attack Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

It had been so long since I had had a panic attack that I'd forgotten how it felt. My hands started shaking and my breaths came out in pants. I couldn't see well- everything around me was blurring right before my eyes. I knew I was trembling, I knew I had to get up and leave before they became aware of my weakness but I couldn't stand. I couldn't do anything except clench my fists tightly and bring them up to cover my face. Please let this be over soon, please. I kept chanting this in my head.

I didn't want to be in a closed area. I fell to my knees on the balcony with both of my hands placed tightly on my chest. I was having trouble breathing. My body shook violently and tears rushed down my cheeks; this was my second time to get an anxiety attack. I closed my eyes and did my best to calm myself down, but I couldn't do that. I lay my body on the ground and looked at the clear sky through the bars, but this wasn't enough.

She remained on the ground, as she felt everything getting worse. Her breathing became rapid and shallow. Her face flushed red, and she found it so difficult to focus on anything but the way her body was reacting. The room seemed to be spinning, and she felt dizzy. She struggled to stand up, and when she did, she felt lightheaded and off-balance and fell back. All she wants is to have hot sex right now, she can't control herself and the way her body is shaking. She cried loudly, praying for Jake to just appear.

After convincing his son, he turned to leave Nova in the kitchen. Symptoms of panic disorder recur. Nova suddenly had a panic attack. Heart palpitations, fast heart rate, heavy sweating, shaking, a sensation of breath, difficulty breathing, feeling choked, chest pain or discomfort, nausea, lightheadedness, loss of balance and want to pass out.

And I stopped, I just stopped like I was being hypnotized by him - by his voice, his face, the way he moved… What was going on? What the fuck? I was confused. My head was pounding, my body trembling uncontrollably, my hands starting to shake and sweat profusely. The panic was rising inside of me. There was no point fighting it anymore. If I stayed in my current situation any longer, I might have had a heart attack. My mind was running wild and I needed to calm the fuck down… I turned around, trying to get my bearings, trying to take control of my situation. I wanted to know what was happening.

Stars burst behind my eyes. I lie there for a second too long. Fear jolts me upright. I crawl beneath a freight car, curling into the narrow space, dirt soaking into my clothes. My body shakes uncontrollably now, teeth chattering, vision swimming. This is dangerous. Shock is dangerous. I press my forehead to the ground and breathe, slow and deliberate, counting again until the shaking eases just enough to function. Footsteps echo faintly nearby. Not close. Yet. I squeeze my eyes shut, every muscle locked tight, listening to my own heartbeat thunder in my ears.

Whether I'm in danger or not, I have no idea. This has got to stop. I want it to stop. But I can't. My body's not my own. I see my mom bleeding all over me and I'm shaking. Am I really shaking? I think I'm hyperventilating and I can't stop. It's not in my control and I hate it.

I wanna stand up but I simply can’t because my body is uncontrollably shaking so I curl myself. Blackout.

At the same time, I did not know how. Her condition was so bad that my heart started pounding. I got up from the sofa and hurried to the kitchen to get her some water. My hands were shaking so much that the water spilled out of the glass. When I came back, I saw her on the floor, struggling to breathe. The glass nearly slipped from my hand. I rushed to her and began rubbing her back. "You need to calm down," I uttered, giving her water, but she could barely open her mouth. She was having an anxiety attack. It seemed like she was unable to control her condition.

Everything around me started breaking, I can't believe I'm still breathing till now. The anxiety attack pulls In again and I see myself shaking, shaking visibly and my breath starts to hitch. "Lexy are you okay?", he asked staring at me. My lips are trembling, and I know it's more than visible. I swallowed hard willing to fight back, I won't break down in tears in front of this man I won't cry. "I don't want to see him, please", I said in a whisper, controlling the way I spoke was hard, it was evident that I was loosing it.