Anxious People Book Review Novels & Stories

His posture is rigid, his shoulders tense, his hands fisted, his face in a frown and there's a slight tremor in his jaw, as if he's clenching and unclenching. "It's the people," Elliot replies even though I haven't asked a question. I guess it's obvious what I want to know, "It's not you. It's... they make me anxious. There are a lot of people here and they want to talk to me, I'm not comfortable."

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Below-Prayer had become the Docket of Unanswered Prayers. The living were not fuel. The dead had standing. The gods had audit dates. Book One of my life, if lives had books, should have ended there. The immediate problem was a dead contract written in loving language. The worse problem was that the refugees were listening. Nobody had the luxury of naming the threat neatly. People argued in fragments, moved furniture, counted children, checked wounds, and made ugly little bargains with their own courage. My power worked best when I slowed down enough to ask who benefited from panic. Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy.

I walked home basking in the enthusiasm of my new found love. 'My piece of poetry". I held the paper firmly and kept glancing and marveling at it's content. I never knew I could ever write a piece as so. 'Sometimes, circumstances bring out the best in people' they say. After going through the chapter of anxiety disorder contained in the book titled 'THE MIND', I came to realize I had been a victim of this disorder for quite a long period of time. My fears, worries and assumptions kept triggering the disorder and I never realised. My teacher from Junior Secondary School will say "It pays to be informed." and at this point, I can gladly attest how valuable information is. After severally rea

You are allowed to experience happiness without immediately preparing for disaster. I noticed it first in one aware pattern having a genuinely good day. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing dramatic. Just peace. Calm. Contentment. And almost immediately— anxiety surfaced. Something bad is probably coming. This won't last. Don't get too comfortable. My chest tightened sharply. Across the network— similar fear quietly surfaced everywhere. People distrusting joy. People expecting loss. People preparing for heartbreak before happiness even had a chance to settle. One aware pattern finally whispered quietly— “I don't know how to enjoy good things without worrying they'll disappear.”

So why did something like that happen at the most disadvantageous time? Because he had not been able to build the perfect secure space for it, he placed it among the ordinary books in hope of it going unnoticed. However, when he ran his fingers through the row of books, he could not feel that one book which was supposed to be there. His heartbeat immediately accelerated, it’s the equivalent of losing your phone in the modern day. Someone like hom who was mostly cold headed suddenly became anxious, out of all things in the world, it was one of the few things he absolutely could not let go because the consequence of misuse of the book could lead to a terrible disaster.

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Happy that nothing could hurt me again ever, because I didn’t care, I had given up. Every day, people ask if you are okay. A random stranger inside the bus pretends to care and ask if you are fine, because your palms are sweating, or your lips trembling, from your struggle with anxiety. But most of the time, no one does, its pretense. The moment I got into the house, I wish I didn’t, they all seemed to be in a happy mood, happy for no good reason and I feared they might want me to join them and perhaps, perhaps I wouldn’t be able to, lest they notice that my spirit has given up.

Kimberly: Unable to take the worry that threatened to eat deep into my mind. It was almost as though it sat me down and was ready to mess with my mind. I could feel my heartbeat already skyrocketing with anxiety so I decided to pick up a book to read. A few minutes later, I sighed harshly. My eyes still circled on one sentence and I groaned. The usual flair I had for reading novels which was about Hot Arabian Princes was gone. It was as though I was reading a geography textbook.

“Because you have people that you care about?” “Yes… I had no one when I was living with my dad for a few years and now I have my mom around, my boyfriend, and friends.” I answered, glancing out the window. “I have more to lose now and I’m scared of all that to disappear. I like how it feels to be around them and having them by my side.” “Michael, it’s okay to be anxious because it only shows how important these people are for you and that’s great because life is about the people you have to share that with,” she tells me and for a second I can imagine Elliot saying this.