Book Anxious People Novels & Stories

I speak my mind loud and clear in confidence. “Speak up,” the devil behind the desk commands, voice as smooth as silk. Oh, great. Apparently, I wasn’t as confident as I thought. Is it so wrong for a man to mumble? “Speak clearly so I can understand you,” he repeats, those lilac eyes pinning me like a butterfly under glass. Why do evil people always look so goddamn good? Beautiful people give me performance anxiety. “I couldn’t have signed that document. I wasn’t even in the right state of mind,” I say, trying to sound sane while avoiding eye-contact.

breaking her anxious spiral. The clerk’s voice cut through her daze. “Here’s your one-way ticket and boarding pass. Are you sure you’re all right? “He couldn’t help but ask; her nervous, restless energy set off alarm bells in his mind. In these times, you couldn’t be too careful.

She clutched the book tightly, attempting to distract herself, but the weight of the past hung heavily in the air. The once peaceful sanctuary now felt like a fragile haven, and the awareness that Alex might be nearby intensified her anxiety. With each passing moment, Kaia grappled with the rising panic, uncertain of how to shield herself from the looming threat of her past. As her anxiety heightened, a chilling realization struck her – the footsteps outside were not a product of her imagination. Each approaching footfall echoed like an ominous drumbeat, amplifying the fear that gripped her. Her breath caught in her throat, and the book slipped from her hands, hitting the floor with a muted

I feel how Feliz even offer a hand for me to help me firm my weight. I could feel how world would end and make my heart to rip in any moment. I couldn’t stop to overthink a lot, that’s why my anxiety disorder attacks me again. “I just need to head back after I’m done buying needs,” I said while showing my assuring smile. He’s really concerned and absolutely pure with himself. He didn’t hesitated to help me even we barely know each other.

I take a deep breath and follow him, moving through the room that suddenly seems too small. “What happened?” I can’t resist this agonizing wait and ask impatiently. “Why do people seem so anxious today?” Julian takes a deep breath, leaning against the table but insisting on this silence that makes my heart beat even faster. “Tell me, Julian.” “The reason people are anxious isn’t the reason I called you here... There are more urgent things to deal with, Angel.” Gosh, there’s more? I really feel like I’m in the middle of an apocalypse trying to come up with a contingency plan.

"It's better than I imagined . You are not actually mentally unstable , you are just scared and turn to have illusions of the people who caused you harm . This is termed as post traumatic stress disorder. It is a disorder that may occur to people who have witnessed or experienced a traumatic event .'' So what are we going to do . '' That would be a tale for another day.Right now i only have one question that is , what did you like doing before all this happened ?'' I loved to read. I remember reading Nancy Drew's stories and they were simply amazing. '' Really i love reading too . Why not give you a book to read and you would come and tell me what happened every day?'' That would be amazing

I had been working on my book, pouring my heart and soul into it, and I was eager to share it with him. "Hey," he said, smiling at me as he sat down beside me. "How's it going?" I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of trepidation. "I've been working on a book," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Derek's eyes lit up with interest. "A book?" he repeated. "That's amazing! What's it about?" I hesitated, feeling a sense of vulnerability. "It's about my journey," I said. "About my struggles with anxiety and depression, and how I've been working to heal and overcome them."

His voice quivered as he addressed the physician, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The Doctor, a seasoned professional with a calm demeanor, took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. "Your wife had an anxiety attack, Mr. Knight." Kayden swallowed hard. “Attack…?? An…anxiety attack?” Kayden's breath caught in his throat. Anxiety attack? The words echoed in his mind, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within him. "Yes," the Doctor continued, his tone sympathetic yet matter-of-fact. "These episodes often manifest when a person is under prolonged stress. While I won't delve into the specifics of your relationship, it's evident that she's been grappling with significant st

"HELP! SOMEBODY GET US OUT OF HERE!" The panic in his voice was raw, primal, nothing like the controlled businessman from moments before. Cassie's training from her college psychology classes kicked in she'd written her senior thesis on anxiety disorders, though she'd never expected to use that knowledge in a stalled elevator with the most infuriating man she'd ever met. Her watch face glowed softly in the darkness. She fumbled for her phone, tapping the flashlight on, and the small space filled with harsh white light. Greyson was pressed against the corner, eyes wide with terror, chest heaving like he'd run a marathon.

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.